Social Justice Poetry

gender inequality poems

The Beautiful Presidential Granddaughter | A Social Justice Poem by Karlo Sevilla

Last September, she lit up social media with her fashionista photos:

Beautiful in black ensemble, grey Celine mini.
Beautiful in Gucci Ace embroidered sneakers.
Beautiful wearing Chanel quilted ballerina flats.

This December, Malacañang Palace is aglow with her pre-debut shoot:

Beautiful floating on the train of her red gown.
Beautiful in another of cream leaves.
Beautiful in a floral printed dress.

Come January, at her debut, I wonder if her grandfather will repeat the following:

“Those who were raped in the past, were really beautiful.
Worth going to jail for, worth dying for.”

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On December 14, 2017, Philippines President Rodrigo Duterte’s granddaughter held her pre-debut photo shoot inside Malacañang Palace. Five days later, in a speech, the president compared rapists then and now. I directly quoted the actual statement, as the last two lines of the poem. (The penultimate line I translated from Tagalog: “Yung mga nirerape noon, talagang magaganda.”)

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.

Innocent | A Social Justice Poem by Kara D. Spain

Forced, against her will,
pregnancy was not her choice,
yet she loved her babe with a heavenly force
Upon giving birth, he was stolen away,
she never even had the chance to nurse that day
She ran behind him, with panic and fear,
knowing his end could be near
Now, what to do with all this milk?
Sold for profit; lies told to the people at the market
Her baby boy, never will she see
Now, her inner light, diminished in sadness and grief

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