social commentary

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

Climate Change Ain't Real
Your mate jumps up onto a Vespa,Or climbs into a Ford Fiesta,Go for a spin, Go on, Go test herClimate Change ain't real, Go outside and roll a fag,Chuck ends into a plastic bag,Go eat beef until you gag,Climate Change ain't real,
By D8 years ago in Poets
A Muslim Girl's Spoken Word
When you look at me, what do you see? You see me and right away you can tell I believe in a God so merciful thats why I'm relieved
By Valerie Rose8 years ago in Poets
Once Upon A Time
Once upon a time in a far away land was born a little girl against her father's command however she was raised with love and care
By Valerie Rose8 years ago in Poets
February 4, 2016
Life is strange. Out of all the odds, sometimes the perfect ones play out and then... all the wrong ones. It's fascinating how every day is just another day. It doesn't matter universally, as it's only through our own experiences that we mark each day as good or bad.
By Marina H.8 years ago in Poets
#MeToo
Sometimes I miss my best friend, and all the things we used to do. Then I remember, my best friend became my #MeToo. Yesterday just happened to be her birthday.
By Jessa Mae8 years ago in Poets
Too Young
Buzzed, Flying High Colors floating by. Yelling in the form of song. Sharp pain. Angry red and blue Lights screaming in my head.
By Chelsea Dawson8 years ago in Poets
Cultural Gentrification
Cultural Gentrification Step 1. Evaporation—our cultures are gettin lost in evaporation. Went from segregation to Replication. You see, they want us to live in separation, then bring us together, take what they like, then back to isolation. Then, they rewrite the history of our nation, removing the all facts from the basin.
By Tristan Reaves8 years ago in Poets
Three Black Girls
Three Black Girls Three Black Girls In our all white upscale restaurant That is all we see Three Black Girls Sittin’ at our table
By Kassena Arnoth8 years ago in Poets
A Letter From a Mother
To protect and serve, they tell us How are we being protected when we are more afraid of you, than we are of the people you tell us are criminals? I tried for my son. The city kept pushing at him, hurting him, to the point he had to start doing drugs. I asked—no, I begged him to stop because I knew it would get him killed… technically it did.
By Savannah McCain8 years ago in Poets
Me Too
Me too! Me too! I scream but only air of exhaust slips from my lips Words won't form I sit silent Me too! Me too ! Silent cries inside
By Branslie Muffin0x Gilles8 years ago in Poets
A Salut to Regret
It is said that people learn from their mistakes, in my time with you I can certainly attest to this. Being with you was like drowning in a sea of black tar,
By Chains Unleashed8 years ago in Poets
I Have a Dream
I have a dream that one day we will all live in peace and in equality. That no one should be discriminated and isolated from a society regarding their religion, color, race, etc.
By hdhd hdfhdf8 years ago in Poets