social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Transgender Day of Remembrance
I am the one who struggles to get a job because of my identity I am the one who is discriminated against everyday I am the one who was born in the wrong body
Name Place of Dozen
Windy gusts blow about as sneakers rush for the diamond, Bullets of mind fly at the anomalies of the mold, Big and broad shoulders reach for the inviolable frankfurter,
Alex MauricePublished 7 years ago in PoetsWriter's Cookbook
Coffee first. I found a wondrous expediting method for when you want eggs in the morning, but you don't have the patience/time to cook them. Mug-poached eggs begin with clean water in a mug. Crack eggs into the mug and microwave. 1:30 to 2 minutes is best for dos huevos. Drain the water. Salt and pepper as you wish. Eat. *Make sure you scrub the mug thoroughly so your tea doesn't taste like stale eggs.* For the Woodsmoke for Men recipe, kindle fire and keep hot. Crack eggs into small amount of water in fireproof camping pot, toss shells into fire, put on fire to boil. Leftover pizza is an excellent addition to this meal. It may be Papa John's pizza, but when you have a coupon... Everyone has said something stupid, my beautiful love reminds me and, as usual, she's right. Mr. John's stupid comment about the relationship between protest and declining sales doesn't make the pizza taste like cardboard, though it may put an ashy taste in the mouth of anyone who doesn't appreciate police brutality becoming an accepted course for society.
Richard MacNeillPublished 7 years ago in PoetsLast Night
Yesterday, I held a knife to my own neck screaming for God to stop me Just to test him or maybe just to test myself Could I do it?
Sophie JamesPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBeing Drunk
I can watch time pass in such a literal sense, you'd think I wasn't normal Just like everybody else I can feel their eyes pierce my presence, I can feel them looking with such pity, they'd drown in a sorrow that isn't theirs
Sophie JamesPublished 7 years ago in PoetsEmbrace Your Inner Weirdness
In a world full of basic bitches Clinging to a false sense Of delusional normality Be a Luna Lovegood Embrace your inner weirdness
A. R. AmbrosiPublished 7 years ago in PoetsPoverty Since 2016
Poverty since 2016 is actually quite crazy See most people have just been ignoring it lately Getting really sick & tired of seeing people go hungry because they do not have enough money
Genesis VigoPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSweat Shop for All
A chair crafted of all the pretty girls' faces. Sitting there petting their soft skin and smooth hair. Reapplying moisturizer and make up to keep them young,
Stephanie GranbergPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSet Me Free
Waiting, Listening while you speak Waiting for my turn to talk. Thinking about what to say Thinking of how to say them.
Amber SchmuckerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsDid I Live My Life How I Wanted To?
You stare straight ahead as you take your last breath. The cheeks that were an ocean of roses slowly become pale and cold as stone.
Athena BellPublished 7 years ago in PoetsI Was Told...
I was told “you’re never gonna be good enough” I was told “you’re pretty for a black girl” I was told “sexual harassment was your fault”
Jayne VeillardPublished 7 years ago in PoetsWhat the High School Scene Looks Like to Me
The high school scene where you try & find out who you want to be Where you might find out your sexuality or maybe just go through puberty
Genesis VigoPublished 7 years ago in Poets