There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
The prettiest pink, palest blue. The colours chosen, for me and you. Without a say, no choice in the way we might dress or behave.
By Maisie Macdonald5 years ago in Poets
Before there were flags and banners on high, we came together without hesitation, burning the air in flames and light,
By Joseph5 years ago in Poets
When I am long gone Please give my regards I’ll watch from beyond To hear your remarks I can’t help but wonder What story you’ll tell
By Nicole Fernandes 5 years ago in Poets
Wrapped in the warmth of wanted my insecurities slowly soften as the sun beats down on my skin. I wonder when we learned
By Travis Kā'eo5 years ago in Poets
my face of dull sunlight carrying no meaning as the red and gold lay unreached. bronze bones slings broken as my collagen forgets its heritage.
By Natalia Roman5 years ago in Poets
When I am born, it’s either pink or blue and from my parts I am assigned. Mom and Dad say later "That’s just what we do."
By Megan Williams5 years ago in Poets
We are the architects of emotion. We can fuel rage or calm a raging storm. We can spark joy and child-like wonder. We are warm and can be inviting.
By Heather Fox5 years ago in Poets
I am called “black”; Tight locked little label Not quite right But never mind, It’s alright, Easier to keep things black and white
By M5 years ago in Poets
Struck day by day with an onslaught Of slurs, Walking these streets forever reciting that poem; No sir, no sir. My rejection has you out for blood
By Saun-Jaye Brown5 years ago in Poets
Tick a box they say Male or Female? Straight or Gay? The binaries of the past, clung on to like life rafts From olden times that have no place in this year, this day, this age
By Joanna Bracey5 years ago in Poets
Something new, Something old. Something gold, Something told. The hidden truth, The lies revealed. I know what I know,
By Daniela Margina5 years ago in Poets
Each color has its vibration and somehow, they wake you up. Their name is an identification that you’ve setup. We all see what we want to perceive.
By Zaina EL MOUADDEN5 years ago in Poets
