Poems about Inequality
#inequality
Poems about inequality, unfairness in society where some people have more opportunities and social status than others. Poems about inequality due to wealth, sex, race or birthplace.
FeNyX
Poem Published
13th Feb 2019 5:04am
13th Feb 2019 5:04am
Do you know my name?
Do you know my name?
You know my name the stripper in the club that's
working on a master's for that promotion at my day job
so I can get that big raise, so I can quit this and live normally.
You know my name the cabbie that picks you up and who you refuse to tip
that is working three jobs to put my kids through college and pay for my wife's
cancer treatments because she's too sick to work.
You know my name the waitress at the greasy spoon you oogle and grab
trying to save up enough money to move out and be the independent woman I was...
You know my name the stripper in the club that's
working on a master's for that promotion at my day job
so I can get that big raise, so I can quit this and live normally.
You know my name the cabbie that picks you up and who you refuse to tip
that is working three jobs to put my kids through college and pay for my wife's
cancer treatments because she's too sick to work.
You know my name the waitress at the greasy spoon you oogle and grab
trying to save up enough money to move out and be the independent woman I was...
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#misunderstood
#inequality
#culture
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Heaven_sent_Kathy
Poem Published
6th Feb 2019 4:14am
6th Feb 2019 4:14am
Biscuits
You needn’t care of what I seek,
My father taught me, he was wise:
“No matter how you look and speak,
Become the sun each day you rise.”
Do I annoy you by my spunk,
The way I handle every slight?
Why do you fill your head with junk?
As President? Well I just might.
My faith is day, my passion night,
But you don’t know me, you despise
How much I love, with whom I cite,
And wonder next time when I’ll rise.
You hate me for my looks & strength,
Of different hair & skin & nose.
You think...
My father taught me, he was wise:
“No matter how you look and speak,
Become the sun each day you rise.”
Do I annoy you by my spunk,
The way I handle every slight?
Why do you fill your head with junk?
As President? Well I just might.
My faith is day, my passion night,
But you don’t know me, you despise
How much I love, with whom I cite,
And wonder next time when I’ll rise.
You hate me for my looks & strength,
Of different hair & skin & nose.
You think...
#love
#God
#freedom #inequality
#freedom #inequality
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yourdarkboi
Poem Published
31st Jan 2019 6:17pm
31st Jan 2019 6:17pm
gloomy is sunday
they never realize
what they do
to the around them,
to me and to you
and as they part the people
like a wave
the differeces are to great
for any to be saved
from the children
to the old
their humanity is gone,
its been sold
to the highest bidder
goes our souls
for a few likes
our indiviguality is taken
and stabbed on the spike
of numbness to the lonelyness
we feel cause we're all alone
i tryed to rebel,
but it doesent work if your just
a clone
what they do
to the around them,
to me and to you
and as they part the people
like a wave
the differeces are to great
for any to be saved
from the children
to the old
their humanity is gone,
its been sold
to the highest bidder
goes our souls
for a few likes
our indiviguality is taken
and stabbed on the spike
of numbness to the lonelyness
we feel cause we're all alone
i tryed to rebel,
but it doesent work if your just
a clone
#oppression
#inequality
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T_V_Walker
Poem Published
26th Jan 2019 00:10am
26th Jan 2019 00:10am
The Coffin Room flat
Sales pitch 1#
I designed the Coffin to give young people somewhere to live in the city. It's the size of a coffin, you lay inside and clip your smart phone into the roof. The tenant waits inside until it's time for work. When it's time for work the coffin deodorizes the tenant and off they go. A few tubes connect to the genitals to dispose of waste. Below the coffin there is enough storage space for at least two outfits, one for work one for the brief periods not at work, I think it was called leisure or something? what ever it was the coffin speakers are brilliant there really...
I designed the Coffin to give young people somewhere to live in the city. It's the size of a coffin, you lay inside and clip your smart phone into the roof. The tenant waits inside until it's time for work. When it's time for work the coffin deodorizes the tenant and off they go. A few tubes connect to the genitals to dispose of waste. Below the coffin there is enough storage space for at least two outfits, one for work one for the brief periods not at work, I think it was called leisure or something? what ever it was the coffin speakers are brilliant there really...
#funny
#inequality
#dystopian #scifi
#dystopian #scifi
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cabcool
Poem Published
25th Jan 2019 1:14am
25th Jan 2019 1:14am
World Wall One
Were all earth’s lofty trees and mountains mine to keep,
No foreign creatures could beneath their shadows creep.
Blackbird and toad, nor ‘rican roach
Could on my sovereign soil encroach.
For my philosophies are far too strong and deep
For common beings to apprehend. Truth is my friend
Yet, if he crossed me, I would soon his life suspend.
Were rivers mine, c’shores, and sands,
No s’hole aliens here could land:
My gallantry does not to wretched souls extend.
Were I the bard of heaven’s band, I’d blow my trump
As perky...
No foreign creatures could beneath their shadows creep.
Blackbird and toad, nor ‘rican roach
Could on my sovereign soil encroach.
For my philosophies are far too strong and deep
For common beings to apprehend. Truth is my friend
Yet, if he crossed me, I would soon his life suspend.
Were rivers mine, c’shores, and sands,
No s’hole aliens here could land:
My gallantry does not to wretched souls extend.
Were I the bard of heaven’s band, I’d blow my trump
As perky...
#oppression
#power
#politics
#nature
#inequality
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MJ3
Poem Published
24th Jan 2019 00:15am
24th Jan 2019 00:15am
Reality
This space lies between the present and my future desires.
For some it is heaven on Earth.
Others think hell can’t be much worse.
A cruel place indeed you are indeed.
Supposedly all are born equal.
That’s funny considering some come out of the womb with a silver spoon.
Some are born with no need for a spoon because they have no food.
Some are born into oppression and ostracization.
Inequality, a tragic fact of reality.
In this space we are expected to be happy.
However happiness is an illusion for many.
They feel as if light...
For some it is heaven on Earth.
Others think hell can’t be much worse.
A cruel place indeed you are indeed.
Supposedly all are born equal.
That’s funny considering some come out of the womb with a silver spoon.
Some are born with no need for a spoon because they have no food.
Some are born into oppression and ostracization.
Inequality, a tragic fact of reality.
In this space we are expected to be happy.
However happiness is an illusion for many.
They feel as if light...
#depression
#TruthOfLife
#inequality
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Poetikmind
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Poem Published
20th Jan 2019 1:34pm
20th Jan 2019 1:34pm
“Little African Man”
Little African man” “Hey,
Why don’t you go back to where
you’ve come from? This land,
ain’t yours n’ shall never be,
so what’s your grand plan? “
“Jungle Bunny” I’ve heard,
Why are you so brutishly wild?
Carryin’ on with all that savagery
n’ hate, seems so little it’ll take
to get you so riled...”
A vile “Bush Monkey”
That’s what ‘THEY’ purportedly
see...Odd, given the myriad of colors
awash in this Red, White, n’ Blue SEA...
Humanity...it sounds to me so much
like a foreign concept when it’s ...
Why don’t you go back to where
you’ve come from? This land,
ain’t yours n’ shall never be,
so what’s your grand plan? “
“Jungle Bunny” I’ve heard,
Why are you so brutishly wild?
Carryin’ on with all that savagery
n’ hate, seems so little it’ll take
to get you so riled...”
A vile “Bush Monkey”
That’s what ‘THEY’ purportedly
see...Odd, given the myriad of colors
awash in this Red, White, n’ Blue SEA...
Humanity...it sounds to me so much
like a foreign concept when it’s ...
#racism
#freedom
#ignorance #inequality
#ignorance #inequality
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20 Comments
LokiOfLiterati
Poem Published
20th Jan 2019 3:24am
20th Jan 2019 3:24am
f**k your Culture War Shot 1
Flow is a mind bender and we blow ourselves to embers as the disposable gender, like last to the life rafts and get off the mobilly masculine path, doxed and taxed for how you laugh, eradicated for putting the lucid on blast, Louie C.K. chopped in half, branded at that like he's Weinstein. Fucking GroupMind Memes pollute the stream. Fuck it, shame me for my dreams. What I spit will still be glistening with a sheen, like evening dewdrops in moonbeams. Forget the metaphors, discipline yourself to what shit really means. I just listen on a meta-historic panoramic screen.
#women
#men
#conflict
#politics
#inequality
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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
18th Jan 2019 8:06am
18th Jan 2019 8:06am
What Happens?
What happens when a child is told “Don’t do that...”?
“Don’t run (in the house, down
the hall, in the mud, with open
scissors, from a uniformed
officer when he tells you STOP).”
“Don’t play with (fire, your
food, your brother’s cap pistol,
the clean laundry, the black kids
up the street, anyone ‘different’,
for that matter).”
“Don’t speak (unless you’re
spoken to, to strangers, if no
one speaks English, to those not
of your kind).”
“Don’t touch (what doesn’t
belong to you,...
“Don’t run (in the house, down
the hall, in the mud, with open
scissors, from a uniformed
officer when he tells you STOP).”
“Don’t play with (fire, your
food, your brother’s cap pistol,
the clean laundry, the black kids
up the street, anyone ‘different’,
for that matter).”
“Don’t speak (unless you’re
spoken to, to strangers, if no
one speaks English, to those not
of your kind).”
“Don’t touch (what doesn’t
belong to you,...
#children
#family
#CallToAction
#HumanRights
#inequality
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Blackwolf
Poem Published
12th Jan 2019 11:49pm
12th Jan 2019 11:49pm
I Ain't Dirt Cheap
Not To Be Nitrogen Fixated
Or Even Bacteria Cultivated
But Being Called Dirt Hurts
Though It Could Be Worse
Rhizobia Fizz For Root Energy
Maybe Some Strong Fungi Tea
Or Algae In All It's Complexity
Protozoa In Excreting Creativity
And You Just Dare Call Me Dirt ?
I Got A Place On The Outskirts
For Perverts Who Need To Revert
To Insults In Order To Just Converse
And I Am Averse To Being Coerced
I Got A Shit Slurry Smoothie For Your Dessert !
Or Even Bacteria Cultivated
But Being Called Dirt Hurts
Though It Could Be Worse
Rhizobia Fizz For Root Energy
Maybe Some Strong Fungi Tea
Or Algae In All It's Complexity
Protozoa In Excreting Creativity
And You Just Dare Call Me Dirt ?
I Got A Place On The Outskirts
For Perverts Who Need To Revert
To Insults In Order To Just Converse
And I Am Averse To Being Coerced
I Got A Shit Slurry Smoothie For Your Dessert !
#power
#LifeStruggles
#ignorance #inequality
#ignorance #inequality
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Nari
Spellbound
Spellbound
Poem Published
7th Jan 2019 8:09pm
7th Jan 2019 8:09pm
Consumerism 2
(Listening to Sampha - Treasure (Beautiful Boy Soundtrack) aww shit now
Long gone are the days
of 1 report signing off
on your citizen’s worthiness
or just paying your bills on time; alone
to bolster that credit score
now you have to buy your way in
they want to see
revolving credit accounts,
open credit cards,
“Do you want to open account with us?”
I just looked at her…
I guess she was like
Let me leave this ignorant bitch alone ...
Long gone are the days
of 1 report signing off
on your citizen’s worthiness
or just paying your bills on time; alone
to bolster that credit score
now you have to buy your way in
they want to see
revolving credit accounts,
open credit cards,
“Do you want to open account with us?”
I just looked at her…
I guess she was like
Let me leave this ignorant bitch alone ...
#politics
#LifeCycle
#consumerism
#HumanRights
#inequality
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Guts
Poem Published
30th Dec 2018 10:36am
30th Dec 2018 10:36am
Hatebaby
I don't wanna talk about this
but if i don't then who s going to?
if i have to embrace it,
then my life get s fcked too!
Since when is dumb
the only thing that s cool
Since when is kind
considered as a fool?
Now i hate every popular
thing
And i don't wanna be the
king
I love being looked at like
a clown
But at least i don't have to wear
this crown
The crown of stupid pointless
chasing without identity
Everybody is walking brainless
looking the same old crap to me
Never...
but if i don't then who s going to?
if i have to embrace it,
then my life get s fcked too!
Since when is dumb
the only thing that s cool
Since when is kind
considered as a fool?
Now i hate every popular
thing
And i don't wanna be the
king
I love being looked at like
a clown
But at least i don't have to wear
this crown
The crown of stupid pointless
chasing without identity
Everybody is walking brainless
looking the same old crap to me
Never...
#anger
#inequality
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