social commentary

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

In My Feelings
if i asked you what your woman was to you, what would you say? if i asked you what your man was to you, what would you say?
By Georgia LeBlanc8 years ago in Poets
Script
“No need to change your lines you’re perfect take your time.” “You’re doing it just right”. She’s heard this all her life.
By Cheyenne Patterson8 years ago in Poets
Love Trumps Hate
Love trumps hate but money trumps life.The Lorax may speak for the trees but I speak for We. We the people, we that can see evil, we have seen what life is like without money, we who cannot run away to where it's always sunny. Money is a man-made virtue, but then why was it made to hurt you? If you don't understand what I mean obviously there's things you haven't seen. If someone is clever enough to invent something, they patent their work to gain wealth on said thing. Even before patents were invented, the ones that discovered it held claim to it. Before there was the dollar to make you holla, there was black oil in the soil. Before what they call black gold there was real gold. And before that you weren't a man if you didn't have land. I'm so tired money being the most important when love and the environment are so much more worth it.
By Kara Day8 years ago in Poets
Found
4/8/18 For the longest time I’ve battled my identity For it’s a trick to the mind A struggle in which we are told That we must prove our worth
By Justa Poet8 years ago in Poets
What About Them?
We hear it all the time... Cracks of thunder that strike fear into children. Not in the bedroom, but in a classroom, a movie theater,
By John-Andrew Zacharakis8 years ago in Poets
Blue Eyes Light Skin and Blonde Hair Weaves
Blue eyes, bleached skin and blonde hair weaves. A contradiction? Or a juxtaposition of women not yet free to fully embrace their ethnicity?
By Elle Marrie8 years ago in Poets
Why Do We Hide?
Our God is only the mask we wear, pantheon of faces we pray to. Bibles and Grimoires, with words of a truth we fail to grasp.
By Dylan Garcia8 years ago in Poets
Awareness
Late night Boggled by adulthood The tentacles from my palms reach out to ME My eyes cannot move I’m succumbed to mouth breathe
By Nicholas Harrist8 years ago in Poets
Gunslingers & City-Slickers
God is dead I Stick to my guns As the world spins idly to no end Seeing shooting stars Between many moons and suns False prophets rule to false trends
By sunny boy8 years ago in Poets
Me
When you look at me what do you see? A girl with dark brown hair and eyes, Short and curvy reaching for the skies. Do you see a friend,
By Eliza Vargas8 years ago in Poets
Debt
I want to focus on the things I loveOn school and books and writing booksBut the real world is knockingBreaking the door downAnd I have debts that I must payI have debts that I must payI have debtsI haveNothingNothing to giveNo time no energy no headspaceI am all used up trying to fitTrying to make it all workI hurtSo I sitBut the sitting still means hurtingAnd the hurting means more pillsCall me what I amDisabledAnd as yet unfulfilledBut I’m tryingTrying to make it fitWhile the real world’s knockingClawing at my willReminding me of my debtsThe debts I must repayWhile I strive to be fulfilled
By Ashley Aikey8 years ago in Poets
Let Freedom Ring
HA! Democracy, the mere sound of it rings with hypocrisy While freedom rings red, white, blue that don’t mean shit for me and you
By Elle Marrie8 years ago in Poets