social commentary

Just because I am a darker skin color I am not ghetto I am not out of what's "acceptable" I am not white washed I am more intelligent than you think Just because I am nonexistent in your household I a...

The colors inside of me are the symbol of blasphemy I didn’t get to see I was born with deficiency I don’t know what I am yet I know I perceive a lonely rainbow who barely lives So I’m stuck in my cag...

Who...? Shy, sweet, sensitive Who loves to see people learning. Who thinks my family should stop caring about some of decisions that I should have to make on my own. Who feels the environment should s...

When you hear a person let the word “goddess” tumble from their mouths only to describe a human, more often than not they’re referring to a woman of beauty love warmth. Perhaps a woman with a beguilin...

The way we dress doesn't mean yes, and what I mean by that is; yes, our skirt is slightly above finger tip length, no you may not stand close to us. Yes, our shirts are cropped, you can see our belly ...

Stressed and depressed. And you may not see this, that I am not reaching out for help. I am screaming but thing is these walls are thick and my doors are locked, my ceiling will not cave in, due to wo...

A Couple of Short Spoken Word Poems About Everyday Objects in the Household

hay mom and dad I'm telling you the truth now I hope you don't hate me for this but hay look its not a bad thing all I want to tell you is I'm lesbian and I just want to say I'm sorry for being a fuck...

I should probably make the most of the time I have, because well, it’s not enough. The hours spent on unnecessary devices which encourage narcissistic behavior is uncanny. Yet, here I am, a confused 1...

I'm gay said the tiny crustacean ; well bi, but those details don't matter in a black and white world. You know, I find it kinda amusing that those who see the world in two tones claim to see the most...

I hear you calling me mother Africa not the land—the culture I hear you calling me back to the spear Back to the chase of the gazelle like deer I hear Africa call me not the tribe not the king The poor war torn ones that sing I hear you calling me back to the shield Back to the field Where sticks we wield To fight off lions from the skins of our young I hear the sound of drums not of the warrior We are so much more The riddle cry of the witch doctor Belly dancers, all dancers throwing their feet...

im feelin that poetry shit: when the nights flow by but you don't say bye too early for goodnights lets watch the stars glow bright and enjoy the breeze, of our thoughts wheeze, when my laugh takes ea...

I guess you're on the corner again selling all you got I could use a dime of that good luck Maybe even a nickel or a dub Maybe just normal, call that a good fuck Stumble backwards call that a slide mo...

I am from a closed minded place. I am from a place where a boy cannot like another boy, Because that isn’t traditional. A place where you have to suppress your feelings. I am from a place where it is ...

I walk these streets and ponder Where does everything meet up Will the roads ever just end They twist and turn And some overlap Some say they are confusing Most say you have to live there to understan...

The world defines intelligence socially through exams, grades, and GPA. Placement tests in school is suppose to indicate the chances of your success. This is supposed to tell you your potential. So th...

Not to boast, but I have been on 3 dates with different people in the past week. All various age ranges, but what does love even look like? What does love look like? Does it clear barriers for you Bre...

A black son sometimes gets more love than a black daughter. We cling to our fathers but in turn our mothers push us away. We are expected to take what is thrown at us from our mothers or be quiet. “Sh...