There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
I love my body, I love my curves, I love my look, I love my feel. I love my body as just a body: Genderless in itself.
By Skylar Rella8 years ago in Poets
How can it be That there such is such mystery In the plain simplicity Of Identity? Men all have a male body, Women have a female body,
I’m sorry, Does it bother you that I’m constantly correcting you in your speech, Telling you to stop excluding non-binary people,
You speak instinctively with prejudice at heart. Your ignorance is butter spread on vernacular’s bread. For someone who is always correct, you’ve managed to paint your face the brightest of reds.
By E.A. Cruz8 years ago in Poets
Anyone can be a fairy tale villain Before learning how to Correctly use words in a way that Doesn’t harm marginalized people.
Creativity is flowing, everywhere. See the ideas gleam. But, as soon as you sit down to work it’s as if everything stops.
By Rain Weber8 years ago in Poets
Closer (content may be disturbing) I have a story to be told How I was left in the cold Sought comfort in a friend My friend was a man
By Mia Cassidy8 years ago in Poets
1, 2, 3… I am not your sweetheart, Your darling, Or your baby. 4, 5, 6… Toxic words Dripping from perverted lips Lead to dangerous action,
I am non-binary and I exist. I am real, I am relevant, I am important. I am non-binary and I matter. You can't excuse my feelings of anger,
The meek have mixed thoughts When it comes to funds. They know where it comes From but damns the source: The mind. They say that
By Skyler Saunders8 years ago in Poets
To my black friends who have ever said: I’m not black. Or at least that’s what you tell me, As if the color of my skin is not brown,
By Coty Terry8 years ago in Poets
Burning frowns on faces of ash. “They couldn’t have.” Too smoky; too far; Yet far too close. Sick feeling in the gut. “They saw it.”
