social commentary

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

Laid Bare
Shine a light on them. The ladies drum up a rhythm with their presence The party flocks to them Their essence draws Eyes and energy
By Jada Ferguson3 months ago in Poets
Pre-Approved
I got approved for a mortgage I bought a property I renovated the bathrooms I furnished every corner of the house Put it on my card I wanted the yard to look better I couldn't find a landscaper on short notice I figured it couldn't be too hard to do it myself I bought flowers, fertilizer, tools, a lawnmower I ordered a shed to store everything Put it on my card I invited some friends over I didn't have time to do more than mow the grass I fired up the barbecue on the Friday night I made appetizers, dinner, and ordered in dessert I realized we didn't have enough booze Put it on my card I got my first bills in the mail I transferred the minimum payment I went out to the movies It wasn't until grabbing groceries That my card got declined But I had another in my wallet So please, just Put it on my card
By Polite Adjacent3 months ago in Poets
A Shame Now
Came from the ground, mud on my shoes, still got the stain now Pockets was empty, now the money do the rain dance They used to laugh, now they quiet when the chain bounce
By Forest Green3 months ago in Poets
Trouble Remains
I could buy a new crib, I could change my zip But the pain in my chest still come with the drip I could smile for them, I could flex for Instagram
By Forest Green3 months ago in Poets
A Shame Now
I was starvin’, now the plate got the steakhouse They was frontin’, now they beggin’ for a stakeout I don’t do handouts, only moves that I make count
By Forest Green3 months ago in Poets
Left Turn
Left burn on the track, wrist hot like a stove Came up from the cold, now the money in the fold Step light, talk heavy, got the city on hold
By Forest Green3 months ago in Poets
A Shame Now
I was broke, now the money do the cha-cha They was fake, now they beggin’ for the cha-cha I don’t do slow, only moves that go faster
By Forest Green3 months ago in Poets
They're Gone
Street lights flicker, I count the empty chairs Still feel the weight like the ghosts in the air Used to roll deep, now the crew’s in the wind
By Forest Green3 months ago in Poets
They're Gone
I see shadows in the rearview every time I drive Hear they voices in the wind when I’m barely alive Told ‘em I’d make it, now the promise feel cheap
By Forest Green3 months ago in Poets
Trouble Remains
Came in the center, still got the scars Hustle in my blood, sleepin’ with the stars Street lights blink, but the danger don’t fade
By Forest Green3 months ago in Poets
They're Gone
I chase the bag but it don’t fill the void Every check got a cost, every win gets destroyed Used to split the pie, now I eat it alone
By Forest Green3 months ago in Poets
Trouble Remains
Now the money longer, but the problems multiply New haters in the comments, same ones from the block ride Tried to leave it, tried to fly out to the coast
By Forest Green3 months ago in Poets