Sam+Peluchette's+Poetry

Sam Peluchette's Poetry

**__ You Have to be Taught to Hate __**

There are a lot of people, Who hate others, Because of their race, But they can’t help it, //**You have to be taught to hate.**//

Members of the KKK, Believe that Aryans, Are the best race. Nazis, WASPs, and Eugenicists, They weren’t born with this ideology, //**They were taught to hate.**//

Groups like these make “the Other,” Feel like they aren’t good enough, They use slurs and deprivation, To dehumanize “the Other.”
 * //All because they were taught to hate.//**

These derogatory actions, Make “the Other” act stoic. Because the haters, Have a caricature in their heads, When they aren’t better,
 * //They were just taught to hate.//**

The Hatfields and McCoys, Hill people feuding for generations, They were taught to hate each other. These families, Hating each other for generations,
 * //Because they were taught to hate.//**

These groups of people, Use self aggrandizement, Because they don’t know better. They were taught to hate. Taught by their parents ,Taught by their friends, Taught by their community, Taught by previous generations. No matter who taught them,
 * //They were taught to hate.//**

I am a Degenerate

I am a degenerate, At least that is what you say, Worthless white trash. Why must you judge me for the things that I lack? Things: Possessions?

Why should it matter what kind of house I live in Or what clothes I wear? Am I not human? Can I not feel?

I am just like you, Trying to get into college, Trying to go somewhere in life, Trying to be successful.

Give me a chance, Do not bog me down with stereotypes, Stereotypes that have no basis in fact.

Better yet, Let me live as I choose. Maybe it is you who needs to change, To stop judging people, To stop hurting people.

I am a degenerate, Worthless white trash? I do not agree. You are wrong, I am so much more, It is up to you, Put aside your prejudice and see that.



I am White or am I?

I am white… or am I? My skin is light, My hair is blonde, My eyes are blue, Does that make me different than you?

Race is a concept developed by society, People judging each other, There is no excuse for slavery, Especially not skin color.

There is no way to measure race, Under the skin we are all the same, Individuals are all different, But inside we are all the same.

Society makes people believe racism is alright, That they are better because they are white, They try to create the “perfect race,” But we are all of a mixed breed.