There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
A blank canvas, stark, greets our beginning. We have our colours chosen for us in the beginning: primary, red, yellow, and blue. We grow, we change, we question. What choices do we make? What images should we display? What colours should be used, mixed, and created?
By JB5 years ago in Poets
Must Request Amnesty ~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+ "You say it's compassion? It's only gross parody! You give him small ration,
By Cher Paula Pereira5 years ago in Poets
I am black A shadow image of my ancestry; A perceived blemish to humanity. I am black A person whose limbs overshadow my mind;
By Le'Quan Jackson5 years ago in Poets
We are now seen as humans; yet one wants another slain. How can we move forward, if we cannot acknowledge pain, how do we know truth without the signature of this governments proof? Elders past and present are clinging onto hope, that someday we will be better, under your great Australian oath. The war we fought stands the test of time and the war we fight goes on, many of our mob are losing, as our bodies become undone. We are blamed for being honest, for being too outspoken, Mr. man do not tell us! On your words you are chokin’.
By Toots5 years ago in Poets
1. ARIES A fiery breath beneath the winds storms angrily in the sky nevertheless the fire they hold ceases to dim the flames caused by friction
By Ava Nicole5 years ago in Poets
The Alabaster Provoke created all the bastard folk The ones who turn Red from too much of a White, bright and Yellow sun
By Risci Calles5 years ago in Poets
Endless colors made of starlight, that is what we are. Wavelengths dancing in the spectrum: faintly soft, or sharp and bright.
By Marina Fortuño5 years ago in Poets
I let my birthmark define me, this port wine stain Red above my eyes and an asymmetrical face Pumps of foundation and drops of concealer, but there it remain
By Bayan Kareem5 years ago in Poets
I wonder if black mothers knew when they gave birth They were giving life to the most lethal weapon in America That threat was embedded into their child’s smooth brown skin from the womb
By Jaeyden hill-mims5 years ago in Poets
“Do you know what I want to do before I turn twenty eight?” He asks with a smile on his face. No. “I want to fuck the rainbow.” He states,
By Daniella Silva5 years ago in Poets
I am red like the woman your mother warned you about Like the sea that parted and drowned her enemies The warmth of the fire
By Monera Mason5 years ago in Poets
root chakra red trans bodies - sacral orange queer - solar plexus yellow youth - throat chakra blue colonialism (aka plagiarism, certified)
By hadiyah 5 years ago in Poets
