There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
I have a hope That one day all cookies will be seen as equals Inherent delectability down to each crumb For too long have those with hearts of oat and raisin been kept below their sugary brethren
By Andreas Parker7 years ago in Poets
Indifference is the new black. We lack interest in, concern in, And sympathy for others. Where blood once had flowed, Selfishness now runs through our veins.
By Aijalon Oliver7 years ago in Poets
My melanin tells a story. My melanin holds history. For centuries my melanin has been the backbone of civilization. Since the dawn of time, my melanin has created, discovered, and recovered.
By Merlin Mystique7 years ago in Poets
Fear and uncertainty Hang heavy on the air Like pollution Clogging the lungs Of industry When does it end The days drag on
By A. R. Ambrosi7 years ago in Poets
Everyone is different, But some of us have a common fear, That everyone else is a normal reindeer, And we're just Rudolph.
By Monique Star7 years ago in Poets
“Gender roles are the worst kind of bread” Heard about a new diner down the block. My son and I slash through crowds And find a small windowed booth
“Happy Little Pill” brings color to the skies of many. As an alien with less strength than the Man of Steel, And a zombie with the vision of the wrong corpse,
Where did it go wrong? Have you noticed how everything is changed?what happened? I ask myself over and over again. Kids used to be able to play outside
By Luz Lopez7 years ago in Poets
Is this thing on? Hi. I'm the emotions. The mask was getting suffocating. The weight from the label of weakness May have kept me from showing myself,
A melting pot. Isn't this an intended vision of America? Diversity. Colorful. Filled with possibilities. Exploding with voices.
What does it mean to be a hero? What are the true colors of strength, When it's shown as passing through obstacles Without a scratch across the S on your chest?
Justices Injustice Heat from the gun still burns his skull Work together they say It might be fun but it seems more problems arise
By Alvin Ellis7 years ago in Poets
