There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
A Message in a Bottle
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 and given little time to unwind. So why, in a fast paced, social media embraced, crowded space do we still feel so alone?
Late Night Thoughts...
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?
Just Knock Next Time
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, an older women. I screamed and slammed the door closed.
Australia Lets Off Fireworks
There are those Who live a world away Yet I can hear them cheering me on With great enthusiasm and vigour But here you are
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
Law Abiding Citizens, City Sins
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
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.
Disasters, both natural and not, events without context, news and opinion in the inexorable blender: spaghetti models, fear, denial,
Is It Me or What I See?
I see ignorance within the races. Ignorance within elemental places. Like we think the act is what makes us popular with our peers.
Reflections on a Life Nearing Its End
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.
Love Is Love
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.
My Shopping Addiction
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.