social commentary

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

Peter Rose2 years ago
Death, Domesticity and Do Not Expect
To die a glorious death—in awe of William Buttler Yeats and with a thanks to Chris Rea. Look beyond that tumult in the sky, look beyond an airman’s death. Thunder road and Daytona’s dust, take beyond ...
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Andy Russell2 years ago
Okay Amos
Sense late on how life is deep. Traps of routine a crisis type feat. Like songs I hear shower me in shit. A dog wet of smell and living in fear. Okay Amos what do you see? You seem to always make your...
Judith Moore2 years ago
Don't Spread the Hate
I do not care about the color of your hair Nor your eyes Nor your skin You can practice teetotalism Or like your tonic with extra gin It’s none of my business who you consensually sleep with Or how or...
Edens Fleurizard2 years ago
Dirt... The Black Woman... Life
The black woman is dirt Yes. Ah yes, you heard me right, I said: the black woman is dirt But before you go up in arms listen to what I have to say first The black woman is indeed dirt I say this in al...
Fox Marsh2 years ago
Freedom
I never found religion in a church or a book, because I could never seem to fully grasp onto what they said; I could never hold the pages up to the light and label them as my truth. Something I am gra...
Keenan Chiasson2 years ago
Carbon-Copied Keepsakes
Make Your Move Pay the bill? Or slay with skill? You have the choice. What do you do? Have a voice? Or just make do... So would you explore, Or pay the whore? Live life for adventure, Or live it for s...
Tori Hofstein2 years ago
I Woman, I Tori
I am woman Hear me shout Hear me Explain why I'm human Should be cared about I explain my existence As biracial As bisexual As worthy as I can But speech is heavy-lidded with doubts that all will hear...
Being Mixed
Growing up mixed I always had a different approach towards myself and the way I allowed myself to see the world. High school was hard and interesting, it being a majority African-American, while the H...
Bridget Meier2 years ago
Lost Boys
We call them lost boys. We call them lost boys- not because they don't how to use a map, Or because they're always boys. We call them lost boys because they are lost on the world and they're view of h...
Fat
Fat. My husband dances around the word, but I know that's what he means. I've gotten fat. I know it's true, but that doesn't make it hurt any less. I'm not blind; I see the rolls on my back that hadn'...
Saffron Amber2 years ago
Her Elegant Rage
Self-less sacrifice to see a prospering nation become Do not let history forget our women who’s valour’s unsung Rani Lakshmi, the first prominent freedom fighter No surrender Filling our hearts with r...
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Sabrina Cherry2 years ago
I Am The One Who...
I am the one who is always sticking up for people. I am the one who doesn't have a heart because I never get hurt. I am the one who never cries. I am the one who is a snob. I always ignore people. I a...
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Fatima Bukhari2 years ago
'Not the Desired Effect'
'Not the Desired Effect' Stood by the fire, t ‘was her greatest desire, it burned; the globe of a thousand memories She wanted it bad, she wanted it good, nobody would have understood But then Stood b...
Paradox Writes2 years ago
Strange Truth
The following poem is entitled Strange Truth. It was inspired by the Abel Meeropol song “Strange Fruit” (written in the late 1930s) that, in a comparison to fruit hanging from trees, describes a distu...
Jeniah Clarke2 years ago
The Meaning of Black History Month
Every year, during this month, we remember Our trials, our struggles, and some things that went wrong We look back and think, “What could have gone better?” And sometimes, we even wonder, “If only the...
I Couldn't Save You Then, I'll Save You Now
To some people you were just a breaking news headline, A 21 year old gone before his time, "My heart aches for his family", "Prayers to the Jacksons, Gadsons, Johnsons, and Brackens..please" You see, ...
Geraldine Taylor2 years ago
Rivers Run
Rivers Run Rivers run, rivers flow, let it flow, let it flow Creativity, never let it go The bud that must flower, the tree that must grow Seeds of germination, future take shape Tis the dreamers, the...
Luke Downing2 years ago
Phase
It's just a phase she's going through, they’d whisper in their bed. but she seems so happy, he said. It’s just a phase she’s going through, proclaimed father to father. but she feels so free, they sai...