There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Hold your breath boy. Here come the cops. If they see us breathing, they’re gonna stop. Hands up they’ll say. Aiming at their prey.
By Maurice Blocker6 years ago in Poets
I didn’t experience years and years of slavery They say I wasn’t there so why should I relate to it...?? I’m not his niece, his daughter
By Black girl 6 years ago in Poets
Haven’t touched my friends in going on seven months last sat, as if painted in an October beer garden parents too, all crowded in
By Xandua6 years ago in Poets
Beautiful as can be Graceful as anything you'll ever see Strong as a bull or a giant Like a mule filled with defiance Yes I am a lighter shade of black
By Aadya Awen6 years ago in Poets
Do we? In the name of humans we see humanity and in the name of humanity we see humans. Do we look at colour, race, gender labels? We do.
By Sehar Iman6 years ago in Poets
I met a man Locked up when he was only fifteen For the next 16 years He only knew the Pen He worked hard when they let him go
By Raymond 'Rafiki' Westmoreland6 years ago in Poets
As I look back, some of my greatest moments have been when I was inclined to court only me so once again, paper and pen seem to be my thing
By IamStoneDancer6 years ago in Poets
I'm not afraid of coronavirus I'm not afraid to die I'm more afraid to not speak my truth And have to live a lie Or get caught up in the fears of others
By Auriol Burgess6 years ago in Poets
I am privileged I could get caught with my hand in the cookie jar, and blame it on the very color of chip I was trying to steal,
By Jai D Quinn6 years ago in Poets
To everyone romanticizing suicide, fuck you It's not something you and your boyfriend do one day because you're moving away from each other
By Em6 years ago in Poets
I went to my dads snobby friends house My dad knocked up a gold digger Now they hang out with the gossip geese Yeah I mean the women by the pool
By Addi Amelia Lierus 6 years ago in Poets
Will we ever feel safe outside again? I asked, pulling on my last pair of gloves As the rubber stretched its way over my fingers.
By Barovier Kevin Allybose6 years ago in Poets
