There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
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
Sunrise Dancing in the icy ocean with kindred spirits Salt water beating against my skin Slowly freezing I awaken
By Pearson Bounds5 years ago in Poets
Woman of color Born of sunshine and of rain Woman of valor Made for love, challenged by pain I see you, in every hue, in every shade
By Elle Duncan5 years ago in Poets
Black & White I am described as white What does it mean? My skin colour is lighter than yours If you are called “black”.
By Adriana P.5 years ago in Poets
Years from now when the nation is beige, and color is gray. When the sound is singular and language, taught the same. When the reading is instant and the download is the mode.
By Haylee M Patte5 years ago in Poets
They called me black Roughed down to appear smooth, highlighted in sharp stoic obsidian Obfuscated my past and my purpose
By Aaron Calloway5 years ago in Poets
My people had the strength My people had the might It's in their veins traveling Through their blood. My people are strong
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous5 years ago in Poets
In Woolworths the other day a yellow caught my eye M&m’s half price! (Although you will still spend more than you intend)
By Wendy Anderson5 years ago in Poets
i am fluid rainbows in oil slick, i am churning for the planet’s sick. my favorite color has never been consistent, maybe a reflection of my existence.
By sadpeachmilk5 years ago in Poets
With rain and sun my rainbow is born I love all my colours but this comes in spite of the hatred and distaste that my love does sporn
By Nell Woodward5 years ago in Poets
When you say you don't see color, Then do you only see half of me? My father has brown skin. His eyes are brown.
By Alysha Cordova5 years ago in Poets
Red is red, Blue is blue. I got criticized when I couldn’t even distinguish Cobalt or Prussian Blue. Phthalo Green,
By catnosaurus5 years ago in Poets
