social commentary

There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.

When MTV Was Cool
Awkward and Weird Shut down and feared. Teens finding their way some may even be gay. I myself invisible yet heard when I chose to speak a word
By Robyn Taylor5 years ago in Poets
Color me pink!
Yellow was the color when I was a child. It was my happy and my color of wild. Red was the color of my teens, of every thing rebellious, of everything free.
By Shystar5 years ago in Poets
Grey Hairs
I flirt almost carefully with aging, as I would with an alien. Waiting for common words, like moisturiser, serum, night mask, collagen,
By Shereen Akhtar5 years ago in Poets
poc
we’re more than red black brown yellow categories of separation simplistic colors used to define us to mark our assumed differences
By Juliana Ko5 years ago in Poets
"I, Color"
I hear from the echoes of banality, “I don’t see color,” From the depths of beige, grey emptiness. The sallow-toothed maws opening with the sounds of TV snow,
By Audrey Lawrence5 years ago in Poets
I am an orange
I am an orange, you know. I used to be somewhat of a grapefruit until I realized I was liked by more people than previously thought. Do not slice me into perfect quarters. Please proceed to peel me, recklessly. Use your teeth to start if you have to. Section me off and savor me. A dribble down the chin never hurt anyone. I am not a lemon nor a lime because I am more than a garnish, more than a kick in the teeth, more than a slice in a glass. I am the snack. Full stop. I am not mandarin, too tiny. I am not blood, too boujie. I am sumo. Absolutely irresistibly delicious, if only you can find me.
By Ash Berghuys5 years ago in Poets
exterior
Some exteriors are light, Darkened by the brightening. Affecting all in different ways. Bring us this enlightening:
By Elizabeth Weseloh5 years ago in Poets
NoirMoshe
I am a Black man. Confident. Strong. Proud. I am Black, do you see me now? Am I not kind and gentle enough to exist in your world? But what about when I gently stroke my dog’s back?
By Jasper Bontemps5 years ago in Poets
Black and White
Black and White Both powerful shades Complete opposites But both necessary in a work of trades You prefer black?
By Samantha Ludwig5 years ago in Poets
The Spectrum
On the spectrum, in a spectrum. A collision of colours. Curiously I watch from the outside. It's hard to find a way in.
By Monique Green5 years ago in Poets
Are You Mixed?
I am mixed with a thousand red roses that burst into flame when a rosy-cheeked heartthrob calls out my name I am mixed with all seven seas that beat against the sky blue beaches in your wildest dreams
By Erin Borst5 years ago in Poets
By Kay's Pool
By Kay's Pool This pool suffers eternal blues While I endure the suffocating closeness Of a scarlet flame Revealing the return
By Karen Nichols5 years ago in Poets