social commentary

Her lips are chapped Cracked and dry From the constant abuse She puts herself through She licks them, only making it worse She's trying to resist But she never lasts long Her knuckles are red and swol...

An emotion that I know everything about while knowing nothing at all. All the love that I have ever given has been completely and irrevocably unreciprocated. I've loved both men, women, and everyone i...

A queen born in the wrong era Where her intelligence is her crown She holds her head up high As society tries to bring her down A queen born in the wrong era Knows her worth is infinite Doesn't allow ...

After years and years Of being subjected to abuse I've finally learned to see Who I really am This is my self portrait It the form of words I am not ugly I am not valueless I have piercing eyes Of man...

This lost generation of mine Is a lost one indeed We all speak of the future But few of us follow the steps to succeed This lost generation of mine Takes pride in what they wear Takes pride in what th...

For the third time tonight alone She let's out an annoyed And exasperated sigh Yes, I'm a girl She says again For the perhaps millionth time There's an uproar Guys laughing nervously Snippets of sexis...

If I could, I would send this message in a bottle to everyone who feels alone. We live in a world that is ever changing, expanding, and moving in all directions. We're constantly surrounded by others ...

They kept saying I need to grow up. What’s growing up, then? Stop dreaming? If that were to happen to every child growing up, don’t you think hope will fade? Society will not move forward, will it? Ma...

When I was four years old, on a road trip with my single family, we stopped at a gas station in central Missouri, and when I ran to the back of the gas station I walked in on someone in the bathroom, ...

There are those Who live a world away Yet I can hear them cheering me on With great enthusiasm and vigor But here you are Just next to me And you are silent You are not my fan But I am expected to be ...

There's a thin layer of broken glass Over everything Most has been ground to dust I sweep the larger fragments Under the pretty rug That you made out of my insecurities I hide what you do beneath it G...

The toxicity in this city is People taking more than giving. We're polluting our air, Blank stares, No one cares, Cause they're blind Thinking fuck man kind. I wanna be free, This body isn't me, Cut t...

It's scary, it's weird, it's strife. This awful thing we call life. The act isn't awful more the things you endure, I think we know that and of that I am sure. And to think we keep going like nothing ...

Disasters, both natural and not, events without context, news and opinion in the inexorable blender: spaghetti models, fear, denial, the slow back roads get you out faster than congested freeways. On ...

I see ignorance within the races. Ignorance within elemental places. Like we think the act is what makes us popular with our peers. But more so, I see it as a way of hiding our fears. Is it me or am I...

Reflections on a life nearing its end — or a warning to the young I have lived a life of many parts some happy and some sadness filled. My age now rises high as the larks but without sweet song being ...

When I was just a little girl, I used to think "I wish I were a boy, so that I could kiss girls." I didn't realize that it made me different, but I never told anyone. When I was in 6th grade, the past...

Rock Bottom has a basement with a foundation leak. I drown in the water. The things I own, now own me. I can’t see the floor or the walls. Only the ceiling. Mountains of clutter tumble down on my sani...