social commentary

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

Teleportation Experiments at Village Yokocho
赤 (red) the word that comes before a baby I haven’t had takowasa since I moved to New York or beef tongue— for that matter
By Suika Miller5 years ago in Poets
Color Me Pretty
A splash of red against a canvas of black and brown. A harp among drums. Until…she met you. What was once reflected as beautiful?
By Andria Cindi5 years ago in Poets
Building Blocks
My thinking sometimes blocks the path to understanding. Feeling misguided in a world that seems a little too demanding. A misunderstanding that is too powerful to simply wish away.
By Jennifer Fentress5 years ago in Poets
The skin that we're in.
Colour, the division of all divisions, our flags, our teams, our skin that we're in. Compartmentalisation?? we need to unite all nations... Unity is one, divided by colour, it takes away all the fun.
By Colin Stevenson 5 years ago in Poets
moldy dirt
half second sizzles moldy dirt thrusts skin on skin in skin through skin Bursts! flaps and spits
By Jaime Diaz5 years ago in Poets
Penny for My Thoughts
To see a black person in Vancouver is a rare nostalgic moment You see a black person in Vancouver and wave with delight Suddenly, you're not alone Suddenly, you have a brother or sister in this Greystone
By E.V.A. Sam (thesiralphonse)5 years ago in Poets
Colored
A Colored existence— All I do, think, say is Colored but not by me. In the mirror I see myself and think of the Colors I’ve been painted.
By Hermela Yeshak5 years ago in Poets
A Thousand Colors of History
The sound of freedom It washed over me like white noise With my feet softly sinking into warm sand As I watch the ocean ripples caress the pebbles
By Andrew Clare5 years ago in Poets
COLORS HAVE FEELINGS
People have given colors feelings. I often wonder how this came to be. All colors are beautiful in their own way yet we have assigned them emotional weight, seemingly based on whim. A person’s skin color is used to define them by race.
By Pam Marton5 years ago in Poets
Maguey
Spindle and shuttle Weave tapestries With vibrant hues that speak of tradition Ochre the color of my forefathers Turquoise reminiscent of the flowing waters
By A. L. Jobrail5 years ago in Poets
Prism
What do I know? I can't relate. I'm flowing tresses of strawberry blonde in alabaster skin With emerald eyes and a frame not so thin.
By Ember McKinley 5 years ago in Poets
All aboard the tragedy train!
All Aboard the Tragedy Train headed to no where or somewhere depending on what's taken from it! On this train we will mourn brother Godwin yet in the same timeline create a meme mocking his untimely demise. On this train you will either become desensitized to murder or allow it to teach you to be more vocal about it happening in both your back and front yards!
By Trilly St.Clair5 years ago in Poets