social commentary

There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.

Life
Life is a lot like lemonade The water is your base, this is your parents and your family. Your parents gave you life, brought you into this beautiful messed up world. Everybody needs their family, we'd be nothing without our families. They guide us, teach us right from wrong. We need them to show us how to live on our own. There is no substitute for water.
By Ally Patton7 years ago in Poets
Why Won't You Listen to Me
18. It’s how old I will be turning this year. It’s the average age of a high school graduate. It’s also how old you have to be to buy an Assault Rifle. It’s also how many school shootings occurred in the first month and a half of 2018.
By Bailey Ingham7 years ago in Poets
Strength
Black eyes, black lives, black ties Eyes full of tears from the white man’s torment Lives taken at the hands of the white man’s resent
By Cerisa Jayla7 years ago in Poets
The Elephant Prayer
Fear can't show any tears, I can hear all the spears with my big ears, Abuse all around you got me on the ground. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide,
By Raven Jamel7 years ago in Poets
Chocolate Pie
I arrive at the party; hoping I left my brain at home. I don’t know why I came, but I feel heavy, like a stone. I spot a girl with curly hair.
By Andria Rivera7 years ago in Poets
Sight
You like what you see, but do you even know what you’re seeing? Those who came before you can be so misleading Initially you can’t think for yourself so you emulate your predecessors
By Tristan Reaves7 years ago in Poets
Inevitability
The tree amongst the newly free, Folk celebrating with happy yells that none mocked, The land reclaimed its own important key,
By Tristan Crosby7 years ago in Poets
Bang Bam Boom
Bang bam boom another kid is dead Chaos everywhere people looking for shelter but there is none there Bang bam boom girls crying people dying
By indigo davis7 years ago in Poets
I Said No
We sat alone in your truck It was the first time we met You asked if I wanted to fuck I said “no, not yet” You told me it was fine
By Taylor7 years ago in Poets
Bullying
Getting bullied cause I'm different? Don't they see I'm trippin? Asking myself why. Whenever I wave "Hi" They look at me in disgust
By Em L7 years ago in Poets
Tiny Bubble
INSIDE THIS TINY BUBBLE I EXIST, PATIENTLY WAITING LIKE A FISH, SWIMMING BACK AND FORTH, HOPING THE SCENERY SHIFTS, FROM PINK AND BLUE SQUARES,
By Alex G7 years ago in Poets
Real Life
“12:02 AM—as I lie here in Sphinx pose. Reversing the popular direction Of chronic leaning forward. It’s been arched all day—I contemplate fiction.
By S Sad7 years ago in Poets