There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
My very first Barbie had skin like a Peach and long blonde hair ponytailed so tightly the dolls head was in danger of splitting.
By Micah Westbrook 6 years ago in Poets
My life was never an artistic time piece as if to avert your eyes to the political truth that my pathology does not exist in a vaccum
By Rachel M.6 years ago in Poets
Waiting On First Class They ride first class car of the American train. They wear their tears like beautiful ornaments of hard earned complexity.
Medals sink into the dirt that birthed it for our men that shed their skins to fight fire with fire. Yet the women at home
The churches you visit in Maslow's kingdom bring you unto the world of shiny objects spun from feminine wiles. You shut your eyes
nocturnal daydreams trapped indoors one, two, three, five, sixseveneight, eleven over three-hundred-thousand no, one million cases,
By Kay Husnick6 years ago in Poets
You are Better than that, Sly tongue poking The warm milk Of her cheek Crazed with Curdled lust The ‘phwoar’ of
By India Childs6 years ago in Poets
I have reached a milestone In my journey to mid-century Maybe because I’ve grown And my life is no longer empty It’s not totally complete
By Warwick Holding 6 years ago in Poets
Everyone locked up in their homes like they’re on house arrest Got people thinking they’re dying when they got a sore throat and cough on there chest
By Cameron Kitchen6 years ago in Poets
Our deaths are played on a loop on the news Our culture, body and hair is ridiculed And criticized Mass marketed and capitalized
By prophecy boy6 years ago in Poets
They call me fatty , But really they want my Batty , Because they’re so skinny and scatty , And they like bunch of crack fenes ,
By Chloe Alannah6 years ago in Poets
You strip Jesus of his colour and use his name to paint your hatred. Framed in greed hung upon a wall of war, crowds of adoring eyes passing by
By Cierra Spencer6 years ago in Poets
