Resistance Poems - Poems about Resistance

What is love, really— a figment of hope sharp enough to shatter centuries of lived patriarchy? To think education could make a dent in what’s already carved in bone & name. To think a stranger could be chosen over the familial veins of caste, of home over the womb of belief one never questioned. Perhaps what’s whispered in secret was always meant to be hidden— buried, before it flowers into...

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"Blackbird" You cannot cage what's born to rise, she blazed beyond their brittle lies. They named her ash, they named her end, but fire learns how not to bend. Her silence cracked the sky in two, she flew where only lightning flew, They heard her cry, not weak–but wise– a battle hymn of "Blackbird" skies....

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American Psychosis The sun, the Son, ECLIPSED Overshadowed by Dark clouds of Bloated EGO and ID Me supersedes We The people1 Will weep DEADLY SINS More than seven In one Narcissist ‘king’ of WRATH, HATE, REVENGE, Not a ‘Dish best served cold2 But with anger Evil so bold SCOTUS behold! Bunker-Busting Bully Historical ignorance, ignominy Big Beautiful Bombs or Tariffs Coercion Psychotic projection Weaponized state Now fully effected No critic is safe LUST When...

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Our pleasure is political Our presence anarchy Our smile a rebellion Our hair A revolution Our blood our fire Our blackness A force to be reckoned with Our joy to them is a declaration of war Our resilience an act of political warfare Our resilience a threat to the system of oppression they built They don't like when we take...

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Evil… …does not …will not …cannot Control… Evil… ...

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Dead, Dead. Decay and rotten flesh, melting beneath the scorching sun. Worms, maggots, and flies- a parade in time with the vulture's drum. Teasing, tearing, ripping this way and that, dashing, splashing like an artist painting madness. Bumblebee, whisper to me: Am I dead...or just asleep in the scariest dream? No... I can't be dead. I refuse to be dethroned. Oh death, you have no...

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Many years have slipped beneath the tide of time, yet still I remember. I was just a youth, standing high above the world from Ocean Towers in Downtown Kingston, gazing out toward the pier, when my eyes caught sight of her. A woman, moving with eerie calm, made her way down Duke Street. There was something...

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(“Creation Myth Merit Badge”, 2016, original oil) Global Intifada Everywhere you look today the world is burning Or is a dried out husk waiting to spark. It’s a self proclaimed global intifada after all, Sweeping like a plague across hearts and minds. But what exactly is this resistance all about anyway? Inquiring minds want to know. In a nutshell; change, as the world...

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They claimed they freed us But if chains instead of whips Was your idea of freedom We'd rather be dead At least then we wouldn't have to deal with your racism All you did was remove the sun Put is in solitary confinement Psychologically tortured us If this is your idea of an apology We'd hate to see the solution Was...

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My heart The voice Each beat a chant Refusing to be silenced Each beat getting louder An act of defiance It would not be quiet Our skeleton The foundation The vessel which carried the rebellion It's the ground that doesn't crumble Even as we march It doesn't take the attention It remains humble Knowing that it was not bigger than the movement The blood...

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Our pain is not your entertainment We don't exist purely for your amusement My skin is not a costume Don't treat us like we are some display In a showroom We won't apologise for our presence We will walk in every room with our heads up Our silence our greatest weapon It honours our intelligence Your biggest flaw...

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Their violence Our defiance Their complaint Not our debate Their envy Fuels our energy Their violence We won't be silenced Their ignorance Can't bother us Our energy They aren't ready Our voice They have no choice Our power They are sour Our strength They try to destroy by going to these great lengths Can you finally understand The matter at hand Do you...

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though winds hurl with all their might they cannot break me AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Posted on April 24, 2024...

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The sound of wheels on tarmac Keeps me focused Keeps me grounded Keeps me present The sound of wheels on tarmac Takes me farther and farther away From everything I have ever known Chained up like a worthless dog The sound of wheels on tarmac Reminds me that rebellion Always comes at a price You just have to decide if it’s worth the prize The sound of...

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The old ways not to spurn Resist change at every turn Today there’s so much churn ~ For yesteryear they yearn ...

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