There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
the darkest girl in the world sits in the heart of america her fingers curl around her small legs as she rocks back and forth in front of the t.v.
By Madame Destroyer6 years ago in Poets
I'm so tired of living inside of this box, Enduring constant headaches From frequent headlocks. Entombed within a wall of soft flesh,
By Rachel Lightfoot6 years ago in Poets
Look I'll paint a few words to confess I wish we little knew about the west Now we all believe in the same stress Fight to keep our minds calm
By ótomundi6 years ago in Poets
Blindness in Definition Multiple concurrent sides conspire towards fallacy Self-contained without vision; lacking the whole
By Stephanie Fischer6 years ago in Poets
where’d you come from, Lil Thin Girl? certainly not from your Jewish mother with the double D latkes hanging from her chest
By Cheeky Lil Girl6 years ago in Poets
Today we are human Tomorrow we are criminal we are not allowed to get angry; we get labeled we fear for our Brothers and Sisters safety
By Mawazo Niyo6 years ago in Poets
Red blood on the concrete White pills come in, discrete Blue streets make us feel weak, but we can't weap ‘cause they critique
By Chandelier 6 years ago in Poets
Hug me softly, touch me gently I never thought I missed a stranger coming by me closely Virus deadly, seems so scary I never thought I would wash my hands in a state of mental agony
By Iris Cheang-Deis6 years ago in Poets
Hidden in the words spoken aloud for all to hear Are the messages of the few that go undetected By the majority and unheeded by the restless.
By A & A Sparks6 years ago in Poets
I don’t need no instrumental probably need to check my mental the same questions circularing around my head Last thought before i rest I can’t forget what was said
By Author A 6 years ago in Poets
All around me is yelling All around me are signs Black Lives Matter All Lives Matter Equality For All Locking arms, making lines
By Jax Wolf6 years ago in Poets
"Dont sweat the little things be happy you're alive" they say "what if the little things pile up and it makes it hard to live each day?" i say
By Ahnesia Johnson6 years ago in Poets
