There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
The empty pond sighs When puffy clouds above it Refuse to drop rain - Beside the dry pond A flower looks to the skies And cries out with thirst
By Mama Keebean6 years ago in Poets
BLM: BLM painted on streets But justice is what we want to see We know what it is systematic racism Campaign bullying like the black race hasn’t been bullied since the beginning of our existence
By K. Exum6 years ago in Poets
Alert! The rules have changed, because the awful truth is clear. Corona has arrived at the nursing home, dividing us into “haves” and “have-nots,” lines
By Darlene Franklin6 years ago in Poets
For African Americans Hardship began before birth They have never been Acknowledged For their worth Depending on the colour
By Janelle barker6 years ago in Poets
Broken table, broken chair, Broken heart, soul’s not there, Broken family, broken home, Every morning is the unknown, Broken spirit, breaking mind,
By Remy Dhami6 years ago in Poets
I see you baby, behind that mask Sounds like that breath, could be your last I see you baby, behind that mask Are you smiling, at this face hiding farce?
By Warwick Holding 6 years ago in Poets
I grew up with simple manners being mandatory The lack of please and thank you from one’s vocabulary Is detrimental to the character; be aware
By Marilyn Glover6 years ago in Poets
I’m looking for an explanation to something. Like mama why my skin brown and yours is light Possibly I’ve seen too much
By Cassie Smith6 years ago in Poets
The girl, the lady, the woman, the crone: feminine performance decides her role. She will play sweetly, will not live alone.
By Sophia dos Remedios6 years ago in Poets
When I was 16 A monster disguised As a boy with blue eyes Told me I was safe Then he stole my skin And he borrowed my body
By Emily Wilder6 years ago in Poets
Often I have thought how glorious it would be to own a little stick, that swells up like a tick when engorged upon the view.
By Rachel Lightfoot6 years ago in Poets
Unmatched clarity in turquoise waters; she swims, unhindered by the burden of humanity. Treasures she collects from the world above—
By Suzie Wargo Lockhart6 years ago in Poets
