social commentary

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

The Rise of The Brown Wombman
Why are we still blaming the oppressor for our issues? We can’t hold on to the past and expect to move forward. Aside of all racism and sexism… let's look at everything as narcissism
By LaSage Moselle8 years ago in Poets
Un-Extraordinary
What am I? Who am I? What will I be? Somewhere there are others who are thinking, acting, feeling—like me. Twisting and turning in the
By Jack Wolstenholme8 years ago in Poets
Something Wrong in the Head
You may not agree But I'm for LGBT. I'm sorry your "God" Didn't "make" people that way. I'm sorry that they Aren't your typical cliché.
By Sibi Sabora8 years ago in Poets
Their Chains S(he) Cannot See
What is FREEDOM? How is it that FREEDOM can be truly KNOWN? How is it that it can be LIVED and LIVED fully if it is to be LIVED at all?
By Thane Hounchell8 years ago in Poets
Job Corps
Job corps how are you going to spell Job corps with a ps but the ps is silent? Add an e to the end and you have corpse it might as well be called corpse cause that's how I feel walking these halls....a corpse. Dead to the outside world screaming for some refreshing water and pure air but all I get here is green stained water fountains with the air reeking of a fuck boy smell that intoxicates the nose and mind making women think it's okay to be blind to the fact that we are more than just a mouth or a hole.
By Feeling Brand New8 years ago in Poets
One in the Same
How many generations back would you have to go, until you see at one time your bloodline was owned? Not many when you think about it, that was only maybe 2 or 3 lifetimes ago.
By Matthew Garcia8 years ago in Poets
The American Dream
Don't judge a person by their skin pigmentation.. this fucking nation is dividing us.. America we tried? Where's our pride? Just more lies. I'd rather hide then be bribed have I described the land of the free? Nah we're all banned from collecting rain water. Stop sir, that's someone's daughter..you just slaughtered. Stop being an arrogant American before you're left as an empty skeleton. I'd rather take a dump on Trump before I claim him as my president.. I know you're thinking isn't she a resident? I didn't choose to be born here .. I mourn the fact I was given white privilege .. how hard it must be to live in a third world village..we need to be more driven..
By Feeling Brand New8 years ago in Poets
My World
Sit alone at the top if my world, watching it burn to the ground; Bells ringing and the ambers cracking. The great buildings that once stood tall turn to ashes it's a long way down but when I get there I'll have nothing to show. I've seen my city burn. What more pain could you put me through? I could rebuild an empire to have it set ablaze and that still couldn't touch the pain that was put in my heart the day my city, nay my world, turn to ash around me. A legacy rebuild and remembered by everything we despise. Loathing, Hypocrisy, Fear. As the bells stopped so does Another mortal life giving birth to another truly immortal thought.
By Deadman Roselia Theodor Tompkins8 years ago in Poets
Tell Them
Tell pharmacists I’m banned. Tell the nightmares I’m not returning. Tell my therapist I’ll be back. Tell the preacher I’m still bisexual.
By Kristen Hall8 years ago in Poets
The Reality of War
It had been an intense yet entirely pointless battle, Many were slaughtered as if they were merely cattle. I’d thought I was doing something noble and pious,
By Z D A8 years ago in Poets
Un-Becoming
How do we un-become ourselves? Strength is woven into our skin From the first time Our mother said “beauty hurts.” And how do we forget what she created
By Arely Varela8 years ago in Poets
The Pain of Racism
This is a poem I wrote in honor of all the people who have racist and/or prejudiced family members. We love our family, but it hurts to hear them say mean and derogatory things towards other ethnic groups.
By Gloria Rose8 years ago in Poets