social commentary

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

Dear Black Motha
Dear Black motha Stop calling me stupid that isn't my name Your words are inked into my DNA and are ingrained in my veins
By Alexis Jasmin5 years ago in Poets
18 in 2020
Growing up in 2020, Wow, that seemed like a hoot! Back before masks and visors were filling up your boot. Happy New Year!
By Alec Blackwater5 years ago in Poets
House in Virginia
Never buy a house in Virginia Your life will change forever Today you swallow your regrets The dream of having a child was yesterday
By K. Barrakuda 5 years ago in Poets
The Brave Bunch
The Brave Bunch Thank you to those who chose the courage to love, who they wanted, in a world filled with taunts and ridicule
By Yona Vaughan 5 years ago in Poets
The Good pay for the Bad’s ugly
The Good Pay for the Bad's Ugly The Bad one's make it hard to breathe for those who believe in being good, as they should, but the Bad don't
By Yona Vaughan 5 years ago in Poets
Ignorance is not bliss for us
Ignorance is not bliss for us Some say get over it, and never admit when an injustice is committed against minorities. Then proceed to act like authorities on racism when they cannot begin to understand living the life of a black man or woman.
By Yona Vaughan 5 years ago in Poets
Cellulite is life
Cellulite is Life Is the glass half empty or full if you feel you cannot pull off the unrealistic bull advertised as beauty?
By Yona Vaughan 5 years ago in Poets
I don’t speak “Cave”
I don't speak "Cave" Some people aren't as evolved as they think. Blind ignorance causes many to sink into negative
By Yona Vaughan 5 years ago in Poets
3 Hours Felt Like 127
Hunger eats away at the stomach and the mind, devouring thoughts as well as nutritions needed for survival. It hurts, this emptiness that gnaws at my being. Growing stronger as every second on the clock ticks passed. Each movement drains what little strength I have.
By Derek Dyer5 years ago in Poets
I want the feelings
Why as humans have we come to this, a denying a turning away a tamping down of our emotions.
By Katie 5 years ago in Poets
Lockdown
They call it a lockdown so I'm locked in, looking out the window I’m boxed in. no words to say no where to stay no one is social no one can play.
By Grace Thomas 5 years ago in Poets
An Altitude of Attitude
An Altitude of Attitude It's a stuck up prance in yoga pants as she advances on her way. Too beautiful to say, "Hello" today and
By Yona Vaughan 5 years ago in Poets