There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
LET ME SLEEP If I should sleep before I die I’d like the world to know that I Would like to be left well alone In deepest slumber on my own.
By Stevie Ashton5 years ago in Poets
Once upon a time, there was a color that had no name. Noah is sitting under a weeping willow, counting the droplets hanging on a cobweb.
By Jonah Lightwhale5 years ago in Poets
When reciting your national epics, Or acting Shakespeare in Mumbai, Your heroes come to barbarian ports, Do not let them imagine borders.
By Richard Abbott5 years ago in Poets
Vacated Closet The closet was a dark place, Where within I hid my face. Black and Gray were all I knew, While I denied what was true,
By James Lewis5 years ago in Poets
I was diagnosed at a young age with a chronically bleeding heart in all the wrong ways; it’s permanent, long term terminal.
By Aly Wise5 years ago in Poets
Gray is me I am gray In the public eye, I fade away Mostly alone Nobody knows I am different But tears never flow
By Kittyface275 years ago in Poets
Pink, the ‘girl’s’ colour Like bubblegum in my hair My first hair dye colour Blue, like the day’s sky It replaced the Joker’s green
By Lily Oxford5 years ago in Poets
I. The bossy kid with the runny nose two seats in front of me in the third grade was the first to break the news. It can’t be your favorite color. That doesn’t make sense.
By Raistlin Allen5 years ago in Poets
Dumb it down, move to the side, excuse me while I be... An invader of white spaces Interloper to this pure covenant
By Shondra J Brown5 years ago in Poets
i’ve so often wished them gone, these bits of color across my face. scattered clumps of too much melanin, pigmented cells crammed in one space.
By Julia Meinhardt5 years ago in Poets
I am black. And as long as I remain so The shade of my colour Prohibits love from a rainbow Although I'm absorbent
By Akil McKenzie5 years ago in Poets
Red is the blood running through my veins Reminding me in whispered refrains Echoing memories of my ancestors passed I have all the answers to my questions asked
By Grace Turner5 years ago in Poets
