Social Justice Poetry

Alexandre Bartolo

Hello, Win. | A Social Justice Poem by Alexandre Bartolo

Her eyes gaze at
a lady with implanted hair
across rosé cheeks,
screws spiking
children’s necks,
Egyptian bands
enrolling firefighters’ bodies,
cliché bloody teeth
coming from my gums.

“It this Halloween,
daddy?”
We tell our children:
“Lies often have shorter legs.”
How can I
tell her this is not?

Should I tell her
the lady has hypertrichosis
which her insurance won’t cover?
Her childhood peers
were murdered by the soon-to-be serial killer?
The mighty Estate
won’t assist His more-burnt burdens than heroes?
My company
is moving towards tax-breaks?

Legislators v. Her | A Social Justice Poem by Alexandre Bartolo

Nightcrawlers fill your tonsils, beaconing
false beetles towards eerie lepers. Fit

weary scarfs around legislators, disheartened
from feminists’ marches.

“Those fetal coincidental miscalculations!
Where was our pharmaceutical latex?”

“We didn’t laboriously get paid to endure
unshaven armpits!”

Parasites, elephants whose genes changed
by Linkage near to reincarnation engorge

laundry rooms, wombs and Her call to
living will.

Look across lucky neighborhoods where
daughters can afford crossing borders, eager

to adjure a Mount Venus’ climber,
executing their fathers’ shame.

The Possibility | A Social Justice Poem by Alexandre Bartolo

Imagine the sparkling possibility
that women could have a mammogram, or
a gynecologist test them for the possibility
of cervical cancer developed after a
an XY being has pressed them to do
anything without proper protection.
Imagine this possibility tripled,
without some man of faith blowing up a
women’s health clinic because they only perform abortions,
and the doctors mix the fetuses with cola and then we buy soda.
Imagine now the remote powerful possibility of
living without any human interfering in their
ability to choose.
Imagine, please, the possibility.