There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Humans are far from perfect, your opinion’s something to protect But It’s also someone’s right to reject. Frankly Im not here to object,
By Mahina Smith 5 years ago in Poets
Another Black man gunned down death penalty for speeding Tell it to the bees, she said Another First Nation Woman found frozen to death
By Michele Cuomo5 years ago in Poets
A month that's filled with pride, should be kept for life... A window to the soul is the eyes But oh you don't truly know of the colors that reside
By Alvin Baugh5 years ago in Poets
Spare me a moment to talk about myself; I assure you the results will bring a wealth, A well of understanding, for what I’m planning on
By Alicsesther Sophia-cie Mercy Aulcaster5 years ago in Poets
Different hues, the same passion Two different kinds, equal pursuit One light complexion, one dark Two different ignitions, same spark
By Elijah Kogler5 years ago in Poets
Big fro, small fro All you see is a negro Brown skin you call black Thickness you call fat A tragedy waiting to happen
By Ni Tyjah Thigpen5 years ago in Poets
I do not miss screaming at the silence. Nor live streaming demestic violence. (My white noise was carnage) Loaded plastic pistols protected my
By Kale Sinclair5 years ago in Poets
There was an old lady Who had a long nose, So she had to walk funny Because it hung to her toes She'd trip and she'd fall
By Joseph D Hamilton5 years ago in Poets
Guns could not destroy him Bullets and bombs bounced off Swords and knives were useless At them, he would only scoff
True color love Color upon my face Is what you see Not in the rainbow but upon me A color so beautiful So rich and so pure
By Sheila Ware5 years ago in Poets
tan is the benediction of sunshine on flesh a gold that burnishes through the seasons bursting onto midsummer with seashore laugh
By Jemma J Tan5 years ago in Poets
Homosapians A miscellany of pigments and textures Each of us having four chambers inside our cardiovascular system Within our bodies we hold an ever connecting linage of the same viscous crimson in our veins
By Celise Buckley5 years ago in Poets
