There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
My body is alive. If you pull me close you can hear the THUMP THUMP THUMP of blood, the resonance of my inner voice, the one telling you
By Charli Whatley5 years ago in Poets
I’m floating on a memory Soaring to my destiny And it’s nice to know that All at once you are with me And you’re the only one I’m thanking
By Loren Gonzales5 years ago in Poets
Our home is something that has for too long suffered, when it is truly something to care for and protect. Humanities reckless abandon has long gone unbuffered,
By Jason Ray Morton 5 years ago in Poets
I am brown Like the earth beneath our feet, I am grounded, Proud of my family and heritage cofounded By the people who lived here before Christopher “found” it;
By Fernando Moguel5 years ago in Poets
When your boys fall down in the dirt and the ash, cowring, hurt before the clash, will they thank you? When their limbs splinter
By Veris Marock5 years ago in Poets
Every dancer must know, When first they line up to dance, That their every step has a countering step, And these steps match retreat with advance.
By Drew Dunlop5 years ago in Poets
Little Things I dislike people who are cruel for no reason at all but those I will not forgive, never forgive at all,
I am colorless. The color of wind. The color of fair, not sin. The color of social justice. The color of why. The color of blackness hunted down.
By Shawn Royster5 years ago in Poets
Money Talks. No — Not in the way that everyone thinks matters. Where the world is provided like hors d’oeuvres on a platter.
By Eli5 years ago in Poets
My moral compass is in a constant spin Somewhere between I got to feed my family And the system got me fucked up Where woven paper posing as fiat
By DonJuan Carter-Woodard5 years ago in Poets
The cloud says to the moon Merge in me For they don't know whats real They who cant see clear Black or white Disdain insight
By StoicRoots5 years ago in Poets
I used to be blue – cold and afraid… afraid of my truth, my light, my love, my power. I used to be blue – frozen among the others like me
By Sherry Blevins5 years ago in Poets
