"unempowered" poems - Hello Poetry

☮ ☮ ☮ **Society needs more Social Justice. Humanity needs peaceworkers.** Peace and Social Justice must be promoted aggressively. There are inequities that must be addressed. Power is not equally distributed. Neither are resources or wealth. Neither are poetic gifts or vision equitably distributed. Unearned privilege is rampant. Poetry must confront this global crisis of capitalist exploitation and manipulation. Poetry must speak to the masses. Poetry must radicalize and inform consciousness to new levels of social change. Marginalized citizens must be empowered. All ****** gender-based, racial, religious, age-based, homophobic, xenophobic, and gynophobic bigots must be brought to see in a new way through our poetry. Community building and local empowerment are of the order. Our poetry must be global in scope – yet rooted and grounded in local community empowerment. Selfless acts of service to promote and increase Social Justice are needed. Lives selflessly devoted to establishing social justice are called for. Our poetic lives must be laid on the altar of the dis-enfranchised and unrepresented. We, as consciously aware poets, must advocate and speak out for those who have no voice. We, as poets, must, through stirring words of Social Justice, embody through our radical verses the burning hope of a just and sustainable future. This future must become increasingly collective as formerly marginalized consumers become empowered community-builders – through our poetry. As poets of the sustainable future we will empower and inform. Our poetry must collectivize, entitle and enslave. We must speak with ONE VOICE: the voice of change and social justice. Our words will rise with healing in their wings and lift whole communities from despair to radicalized self-awareness in communities filled with strident, intolerant and maniacal practitioners of PEACE & SOCIAL JUSTICE. All poets who do not lay their entire creative and lyrical selves on the altar of struggle to bring CHANGE and SOCIAL JUSTICE will be LIQUIDATED by our own EMPOWERED POETRY. IN THE END WE WILL WRITE A PURE POETRY OF SOCIAL CHANGE, ALL IN CAPS, AND THIS POETRY OF SOCIAL JUSTICE AND EMPOWERMENT WILL BE READ OVER THE GRAVES OF ALL SELL-OUT, CORPORATE, FASCIST, SNITCHING, SELFISH, UNEMPOWERED AND UNEMPOWERING TRAITORS AND ENEMIES OF SOCIAL JUSTICE. IN THE END THERE WILL BE NO PUNCTUATION OR EVEN WORDS ONLY PURE IMAGES OF CHANGE + VISIONARY COLLABORATION IN SOCIAL TRANSFORMATION/MAYBE SLASH MARKS/OKAY MAYBE EXCLAMATION POINTS TOO BUT ONLY THOSE ! WHY? BECAUSE THE ONLY GOOD POET IS A LIVING POET WHO HAS LIQUIDATED EVERY FALSE POET NOT COMMITTED TO THE STRUGGLE FOR SOCIAL JUSTICE ! LONG LIVE POETRY IN ACTION THROUGH CHANGE! WRITE/SPEAK/AGITATE FOR SOCIAL JUSTICE & EMPOWERMENT ! **POETRY IS STRUGGLE☻ STRUGGLE IS CHANGE☻ CHANGE REQUIRES SOCIAL JUSTICE☻ SOCIAL JUSTICE BRINGS PEACE☻ PEACE BRINGS WAR☻ WAR BRINGS CONFUSION & DEATH☻** (SO DON’T BE CONFUSED)

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Sep 9, 2015

Sep 9, 2015 at 9:03 PM UTC

connecthook

Agitating the Spin Cycle

☮ ☮ ☮ **Society needs more Social Justice. Humanity needs peaceworkers.** Peace and Social Justice must be promoted aggressively. There are inequities that must be addressed. Power is not equally distributed. Neither are resources or wealth. Neither are poetic gifts or vision equitably distributed. Unearned privilege is rampant. Poetry must confront this global crisis of capitalist exploitation and manipulation. Poetry must speak to the masses. Poetry must radicalize and inform consciousness to new levels of social change. Marginalized citizens must be empowered. All ****** gender-based, racial, religious, age-based, homophobic, xenophobic, and gynophobic bigots must be brought to see in a new way through our poetry. Community building and local empowerment are of the order. Our poetry must be global in scope – yet rooted and grounded in local community empowerment. Selfless acts of service to promote and increase Social Justice are needed. Lives selflessly devoted to establishing social justice are called for. Our poetic lives must be laid on the altar of the dis-enfranchised and unrepresented. We, as consciously aware poets, must advocate and speak out for those who have no voice. We, as poets, must, through stirring words of Social Justice, embody through our radical verses the burning hope of a just and sustainable future. This future must become increasingly collective as formerly marginalized consumers become empowered community-builders – through our poetry. As poets of the sustainable future we will empower and inform. Our poetry must collectivize, entitle and enslave. We must speak with ONE VOICE: the voice of change and social justice. Our words will rise with healing in their wings and lift whole communities from despair to radicalized self-awareness in communities filled with strident, intolerant and maniacal practitioners of PEACE & SOCIAL JUSTICE. All poets who do not lay their entire creative and lyrical selves on the altar of struggle to bring CHANGE and SOCIAL JUSTICE will be LIQUIDATED by our own EMPOWERED POETRY. IN THE END WE WILL WRITE A PURE POETRY OF SOCIAL CHANGE, ALL IN CAPS, AND THIS POETRY OF SOCIAL JUSTICE AND EMPOWERMENT WILL BE READ OVER THE GRAVES OF ALL SELL-OUT, CORPORATE, FASCIST, SNITCHING, SELFISH, UNEMPOWERED AND UNEMPOWERING TRAITORS AND ENEMIES OF SOCIAL JUSTICE. IN THE END THERE WILL BE NO PUNCTUATION OR EVEN WORDS ONLY PURE IMAGES OF CHANGE + VISIONARY COLLABORATION IN SOCIAL TRANSFORMATION/MAYBE SLASH MARKS/OKAY MAYBE EXCLAMATION POINTS TOO BUT ONLY THOSE ! WHY? BECAUSE THE ONLY GOOD POET IS A LIVING POET WHO HAS LIQUIDATED EVERY FALSE POET NOT COMMITTED TO THE STRUGGLE FOR SOCIAL JUSTICE ! LONG LIVE POETRY IN ACTION THROUGH CHANGE! WRITE/SPEAK/AGITATE FOR SOCIAL JUSTICE & EMPOWERMENT ! **POETRY IS STRUGGLE☻ STRUGGLE IS CHANGE☻ CHANGE REQUIRES SOCIAL JUSTICE☻ SOCIAL JUSTICE BRINGS PEACE☻ PEACE BRINGS WAR☻ WAR BRINGS CONFUSION & DEATH☻** (SO DON’T BE CONFUSED)

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Silent cries darken even the brightest places of her soul As they broach the subject of her faults: Irresponsible, unempowered, unworthy, insignificant. Irresponsible in the face of problems, Unempowered to the point of deafening silence, Unworthy of anyone's blessings and everyone's love, And insignificant enough not to have any worth in the world. She was a simple, scary mistake, One that could never be erased, But she's here now, And she's been here for quite some time. Now everyone wonders: How much longer will she last?

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Aug 5, 2016

Aug 5, 2016 at 4:33 PM UTC

kaydelaa

The ***** Up Child

Silent cries darken even the brightest places of her soul As they broach the subject of her faults: Irresponsible, unempowered, unworthy, insignificant. Irresponsible in the face of problems, Unempowered to the point of deafening silence, Unworthy of anyone's blessings and everyone's love, And insignificant enough not to have any worth in the world. She was a simple, scary mistake, One that could never be erased, But she's here now, And she's been here for quite some time. Now everyone wonders: How much longer will she last?

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she appeared in a dream way back in my younger years a solemn, solitary white woman kneeling silently at the altar rail her long brown hair covered beneath a long white veil looking like Mary she spoke not a word her hands clasped in prayer we all watched from the pews mesmerized without moving, she called my name sounded like Mrs. Pino my 5th grade catechism teacher she kept calling she wanted me to come forward to receive recognition or an award glued to the kneeler in the pews I thought to myself ‘Lady, you’ve got the wrong guy’ he appeared in a dream many, many years later decades he drove a red Honda up to my back porch in the projects I often dream of that childhood place as still home he got out of the car to address me tall with faded jeans gray hoody and sunglasses obscuring his face couldn’t even see his skin tone as if he were purposely unviewable my unempowered eyes searching he stood there in glory looking like a son of man he wanted to know if I knew him I kept ogling to see who he was but I couldn’t tell he asked again I didn’t answer still focusing on ****** features instead of the all of him he turned back to the car got in and drove away leaving me still wondering

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Jun 18, 2016

Jun 18, 2016 at 7:06 PM UTC

del-maximo

MY PERSONAL JONAH

she appeared in a dream way back in my younger years a solemn, solitary white woman kneeling silently at the altar rail her long brown hair covered beneath a long white veil looking like Mary she spoke not a word her hands clasped in prayer we all watched from the pews mesmerized without moving, she called my name sounded like Mrs. Pino my 5th grade catechism teacher she kept calling she wanted me to come forward to receive recognition or an award glued to the kneeler in the pews I thought to myself ‘Lady, you’ve got the wrong guy’ he appeared in a dream many, many years later decades he drove a red Honda up to my back porch in the projects I often dream of that childhood place as still home he got out of the car to address me tall with faded jeans gray hoody and sunglasses obscuring his face couldn’t even see his skin tone as if he were purposely unviewable my unempowered eyes searching he stood there in glory looking like a son of man he wanted to know if I knew him I kept ogling to see who he was but I couldn’t tell he asked again I didn’t answer still focusing on ****** features instead of the all of him he turned back to the car got in and drove away leaving me still wondering

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