There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Colors so vivid, colors so true, These are the things I see looking at you Red as your passion which burns like a flame Drive and ambition and things you will claim
By Astrid Skillingstad5 years ago in Poets
You may paint me out in yellows as I smile to let you pass or colour me crimson as you're staring at my ass. You could wrap me up in violet
By Meg Mackey5 years ago in Poets
StaI'm tryna elevate to the constellations Picking up puzzle pieces it's all concentration Pieces of shatter mirror cutting tips of my cuticles
By Anthony Anthem5 years ago in Poets
I was born in the society where skin colors write your story, Being white means you are special but being black means you need to worry.
By Arvin Khehra5 years ago in Poets
Sex is the only real thing we see. It’s damn near the only experience this life allows us to be. But not me. Sexually how do you see me?
By Drako the Righter5 years ago in Poets
You colour me Through the lens of your perception Forming opinion of me With the sum of your experience What you perceive
By M. Cardinal-Janisch5 years ago in Poets
Black is not a Color Black is not a Color, but a sheer image of my imagination Black is my vision, my style, my mission
By Rasheda EL-Bullock5 years ago in Poets
If Black Was a Country Oh My Fatherland How thy green white green turned a whiter shade of pale It is to us all a misery and
By Joseph June5 years ago in Poets
Colours, some call them colors The difference of words is the point That which shows the difference of expression It is not a call for retention and suspension
By thewanderingseeker5 years ago in Poets
I saw the children playing in the sunlight, I heard them laughing, I heard them singing. Then I saw a flash so bright,
By Michael Lee Tucker5 years ago in Poets
Blood. It is life's poem, a force of nature. As a child, I was fascinated by The blueness of my veins, The damaged flesh of a skinned knee,
By Elizabeth Selden5 years ago in Poets
I am a Brown woman Black is not the reflection that I see Solely a name given to me Cocoa Queen Glittering Chocolate Goddess
By I Howl At The Moon For Fun5 years ago in Poets
