social commentary

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

She Was She
She was She. She stared in the mirror unhappily, glaring at faults and fears and failings all in one. The leotard clung too tightly to her stomach. The tights chafed at the thighs. The joy of dance, the ecstasy of movement faded. She was not built for this profession.
By Kit Olsen5 years ago in Poets
Wasnt Enough
As though being brown skin wasnt enough Hiding behind smiles, but this protection, clearly a bluff As though being born in America wasnt enough
By Mousiké5 years ago in Poets
Did Anyone Tell "The Doctor"?
Did Anyone Tell “The Doctor”? Josie Morris. Everything seems to be quiet tonight. Even the wind that howled down my street only a few hours ago, seems to be a little subdued now somehow. “The Doctor” has an air of tender reassurance for my city, yet this feels even more prevalent tonight. Within a few hours all has fallen unusually quiet, on what would normally be a balmy, summer Sunday night. There is not much more making a sound than our mad & most welcomed “The Doctor’s In” gusts.
By Josie Morris5 years ago in Poets
Silicon
Silicon, industry of future Silica, neural networks Silicon, add on to human form The electronic hypnotic EDM in our REM
By Alex Jury5 years ago in Poets
Ropes
Ropes They can tie us together. They can bind us in bondage They can pull you up. They can hang you with a noose They can strangle and choke. They can also tie the sails.
By Alex Jury5 years ago in Poets
My Mood
They say # Black Lives Matter is a hate group Instead of people tired of being caught in an never ending loop Caught in an endless cycle of hate and systemic racism, but we are the criminals
By Mariko Blacknall5 years ago in Poets
The great Australian dream
For those that are unable to read the text above. The great Australian dream 1901 at federation white ghosts came on our land.
By Muma JoJo5 years ago in Poets
Breaking through
Fearing loss and starting anew. …comfortably numb and deaf to the static. Change is underway and I resent and resist it.
By Nayanika Yellepeddi5 years ago in Poets
Pretty as a Picture
Stand tall, speak confidently with your eyes, Let your hair rest over just one shoulder, And don’t forget to smile.
By R. M. Forté5 years ago in Poets
Woman
You seem to think that when he is actually she it takes something from me You speak of menstruation, gestation, and nutrition as if those are the markers of WOMAN
By Katy Marie5 years ago in Poets
100 Fathoms Deep
Ubiquitous Hypocrisy The existence of White Supremacy in this country is best described as Ubiquitous Hypocrisy. It is present, apparent, and found everywhere.
By Phillip Moore5 years ago in Poets
Invisible Monster
Suffering inside as the world goes on, day after day we cry inside. The muscles tighten and spasms get out of control, every day they take their toll.
By Kristina White 5 years ago in Poets