There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
I’m sorry. - - - I remained quiet because I couldn’t find the words to say. I remained quiet because it hurt. I remained quiet thinking the masses of voices are an ample.
By Keren-VS-World6 years ago in Poets
who wants these divisions? this drag on our happiness? this endless expression of frustration? without the balancing of scales,
By susan marie loehe6 years ago in Poets
Imagine having to fight for your right to be. As if asked to be born in a world fixated on white supremacy; trying to convince you that you're free
By D Burton6 years ago in Poets
Overhead the swallows dart Screeching in their frenzy The light is fading into night The church bells ring a single peal
By James Carrington6 years ago in Poets
(& I knew this, but) reflection is just as important as action & it feels deeply wonderful, in your bones, to put your pen on
By Carrie Moran6 years ago in Poets
How do we make sense of things that lack it When necks on streets meet grief and panic As screens and screams devour the hour
By Joel Nicholas6 years ago in Poets
Someone asked what makes me feel helpless. I guess it was when I realized that my words, thoughts, and beliefs may cause me to lose people that I love from my life.
By Sandra Matos6 years ago in Poets
There's a reason why we scream Black Lives Matter. Some would like us to pretend, ignore the splatter of our children's brains
By Kenya Jaye6 years ago in Poets
Where are you FROM? No, where are your parents FROM? Have you been there? No, I answer. I’m brown I’m different I’m “exotic”
By Lily Brady6 years ago in Poets
I am hurting today. I am hurting for my sorrows. I am hurting for my joys. My past. My present. I am hurting today.
By Brianna Lynn Galligan6 years ago in Poets
By Andrew Benson Greene ©written on May 6th 2020 That's the worst coronation, You brought upon our generation. That’s one of the most brutal sovereignty, Our world has ever seen.
By Andrew Benson Greene6 years ago in Poets
The abundant place we call our home: Land of the free, And home of the brave, Has become desolate, caged, and fearful.
By Dominique Lewis6 years ago in Poets
