Tag: marginalized voices

  • Day 10 of 100 Days of Poetry- “New Year Same Fight”- A Call Out Poem

    Day 10 of 100 Days of Poetry- “New Year Same Fight”- A Call Out Poem

    Day ten lands in that strange quiet between calendars, when people throw confetti over unresolved harm and call it renewal.

    This poem doesn’t toast the turning of the year.

    It questions it.

    Because remember a new date doesn’t undo old violence.

    A holiday doesn’t cancel policy.

    And cheer, when it’s demanded instead of earned, becomes another form of pressure.

    This is for anyone who feels the dread creep in louder than the countdown.


    “New Year, Same Fight”

    As we get closer

    to the end of this year,

    I can’t even pretend

    that the fear of the coming one

    doesn’t outweigh the cheer.

    How do I celebrate

    a future where we can’t

    agree to be different

    and still live in harmony?

    How do I look forward

    to another year

    of hate and policy

    thrown about haphazardly,

    leaving only those like you and me

    standing under the terror rain?

    How do you play along,

    pretend everything’s okay,

    celebrate a holiday

    that only marks the turning of years

    and never the growth of humankind?

    You must be out of your god damn mind.

    Give me something worth celebrating,

    and with you, I will cheer.

    Until then,

    I already have something worth fighting for,

    so I won’t be blinded

    by your unwarranted holiday.

    Comment one thing you’re refusing to celebrate blindly this year, and why. Or Share one value you’re carrying into the new year even when it costs you comfort.

    Up Poet’s Note

    This poem came from watching joy be weaponized.

    From seeing celebration demanded from people who are actively being harmed by the systems others toast.

    Hope isn’t confetti.

    Optimism isn’t obedience.

    Refusing to cheer doesn’t mean refusing to live.

    Sometimes it means choosing clarity over distraction.

    If this poem sounds like someone you know, someone exhausted by forced positivity, someone whose survival keeps getting labeled as “too political”… Share this with them. Or send it to the person who keeps telling you to “just focus on the good” while ignoring the cost.

    Not every new year deserves applause.

    Some deserve resistance, honesty, and memory.


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  • New Year- New Era, New Names, New Vision

    New Year- New Era, New Names, New Vision


    What began as Poeaxtry_, my personal artistic persona and small business. This space was for self-published e-books rough Google Doc formatted, rockhounded items, and spiritual things. It turned into the Poetry Prism, a publishing arm and community centered on poetry. Though, over time, it became a home for indie poets as well as authors, artists, small businesses, and more.

    Does the name “Poetry Prism” really fit what we do now? We are clearly not just poetry anymore and not just words on the pages. The Prism Publishing has been a platform for all indie creators, artists, writers, musicians, and small businesses for awhile. But to reflect this evolution and to make our intentions and community more clear, we are dropping the word “Poetry.” The Prism now stands as an inclusive, expansive hub: one name, one era, one identity. So Poeaxtry & The Prism is no longer just for short that’s the form fitting identity. Though the publishing based email will remain poeaxtryspoetryprism@gmail.com at least for the time.


    A New Era of Collaboration

    Our collaborative efforts are evolving too. Gone are the days of simple community PDFs, themed collections, that are free-read by download. Now, we’re moving toward digital anthologies: quarterly curated collections featuring minority creators and allied contributors. With permission from all prior themed individual persons submitting work to continue with the new model. We are transitioning those early submissions into this new format. Just moving forward, no theme restrictions either!


    Each person may submit up to:

    10 poems
    10 digital art pieces or high-resolution photographs,
    2 essays,
    2 prose works
    from minority creators.

    Allied submissions are welcome at half that cap above.
    Free small-business ads spots celebrating creators and projects, Curated resources for indie publishers, artists, and small business owners.


    Important Dates:

    The first submission period for ads, poetry, art, prose, and essays is open until February 12, 2026. This allows time to curate, edit, promote, and release the inaugural quarterly.


    A New Era of E-Books

    E-books have traditionally followed seasons of life, chronicling moments and collections as they unfolded. Going forward, e-books will be curated around themes now as well as seasons of life:

    “The Man Who Was Never Enough and Somehow Too Much: an anthology exploring BPD and mental health.” Is a project for a themed e-book I have in the works.

    I.I.A.S.D.: the first free collection, explored 13 poems written on the day the election results were announced in 2024. To continue this free series I.I.A.S.D. Volume Two: 2025, Year of Fear- A Political Poetry Collection.” This one will explore poems of policy, advocacy, and social change. This collection was originally drafted as “It is a Sad Year.” Though, the political collection will still show the expansion over the year following Election Day. It captures my original poetic reflections on politics, society, and lived experience.

    These thematic collections ensure that every release is intentional, cohesive, and resonant. These collections provide context for the work. They also highlight perspectives and what future generations will call historical issues that matter.


    What This Means for You

    The Prism is now:

    One unified brand, dropping “Poetry” for clarity and inclusion. A hub for all indie creatives, with poetry still at its heart, but no longer its only focus. A gallery of meaningful digital themed e-books to go with the seasonal anthologies. A space for collaboration, spotlighting, and resources for marginalized voices, allies, and indie creators alike.

    This is our new era. A Prism shining light on voices, art, words, and projects that deserve attention—without confusion, without limits.

    Welcome to the next chapter.


    Forms

    Submit to the Quarterly by emailing poeaxtryspoetryprism@gmail.com or form

    Submit to Indie Spotlights/Shelf Space by emailing Poeaxtry@gmail.com or form

    Free Digital Collections For Honest Reviews Form

    Volunteer to mod, promote, format, etc. form

    Questions? Comments? Concerns? General Contact form

    Arc Readers & Street Team Form



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  • End Game: A Poetic Reckoning

    End Game: A Poetic Reckoning

    This poem is about the weight of stolen creativity, systemic inequality, and the silence forced on those most marginalized. It’s a reckoning, a declaration, and a visual picture of frustration and resilience.

    “End game”

    Paying artist who live in poverty

     for published 

    creativity.

    K

    N

    O

    W

    I

    N

    G

    history stole from the likes of us. ..

    Those most used to 

             others

    taking… figurative 

    remote

        Controls

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                                C k

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                                     N 

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                             mute.

    Voiceless & 

    left 

    to

    suffer in 

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    .

    Misery, I guess,

    doesn’t get company

    unless it’s 

    misery experienced 

                    By

             one  

    Significantly more 

                               P.R.I.V.I.L.E.G.E.D. 

    than 

           the 

                   likes

           of me or you.

    a fate I

    wouldn’t wish 

              on an enemy.

    A life stuck to never escaping 

    poverty

    Look at that! 

    they

    a

    k

    e

    the boot off their neck,

    press it

    into yours

    and still claim

    they’re a

    victim 

    ’cause OHHH-nooooo,

    look,

    he thinks human worth

    works on 

    hierarchy…

    Bet

    I

    get the   

    LAST

      A

           U

               G

                    H.

    -An Axton N.O. Mitchell original

    In the end, survival isn’t close to quiet. Justice isn’t near polite. The final laugh isn’t soft, but it’s deliberate, loud, and well-overdue. This poem is a reminder that even when history and systems try to erase us, our voices, our work, and our defiance endure.

  • 📢 Donald Trump isn’t “controversial.” He’s racist.

    📢 Donald Trump isn’t “controversial.” He’s racist.

    We’re not gonna keep pretending this was about “policy.” That it was “just politics.” That any of this was ever neutral.

    Donald Trump didn’t “divide the nation”; the nation was already divided. He just took a fucking blowtorch to it and got rich doing it.

    He didn’t build anything. He exploited what was already broken. He played white America’s fear like a damn fiddle and then sold tickets to the concert.

    Yes, from the beginning? It was racism.

    When he announced his campaign by calling Mexican immigrants drug dealers, criminals, and rapists. It wasn’t some offhand moment. It was the start of a plan. It was a signal to white supremacy: I’m your guy. Given his face looks like that little racist frog meme and all.

    This wasn’t new. He’d already been pushing that racist birther lie about Obama for years, acting like the first Black president wasn’t legit because his skin made Trump uncomfortable. It wasn’t “doubt.” It was hate. That’s what got him attention. That’s what built his base.

    He kept going.

    He called for a Muslim ban.

    He referred to Black and brown countries as “shitholes.”

    He told Black women in Congress to “go back” where they came from. Three were born here though, I don’t think any of Trumps wives were.

    He refused to condemn white supremacists. Told the Proud Boys to “stand back and stand by.” They heard him. Loud and clear.

    And this whole time he was being taken to court by E. Jean Carroll for sexual assault. She won. He was found liable for sexual abuse. That’s not speculation. That’s not internet gossip. That’s legal fact. You voted for a rapist and a man who is proven to have said he just can’t help himself around beautiful women and I’m sure you know the rest of the line. I mean for Christ sake your vote was for a racist walking meme.

    So while he was out here calling immigrants rapists , he was in court being held responsible for exactly that kind of violence. But the media won’t call it rape. They say “scandal.” They say “controversy.” They say “misconduct.” Nah. Say what the fuck it is.

    Your president is a RAPIST!

    This country made excuses for him. Over and over again. It’s not “bias” to say he’s racist . And it’s restraint not to say worse, honestly.

    And we’re not gonna do the media’s job and soften this shit for you.

    This is Poeaxtry’s Poetry Prism.

    We don’t worship people who use power to abuse.

    We don’t confuse “influence” for integrity.

    We don’t forget.

    We document the harm and provide a space for those targeted by Trump’s hate to share their own truths and reclaim their voices.

    Stick around for more.

  • Publishing With Purpose: Uplifting Marginalized Voices with Creative Collabs — by Axton N. O. Mitchell

    Publishing With Purpose: Uplifting Marginalized Voices with Creative Collabs — by Axton N. O. Mitchell

    Current Goals & Future Visions

    🖤📣✊🏽✍🏿🌍

    Right now, I’m just an indie poet, self-publishing, editing, creating, and promoting my own work from the ground up. I’ve only recently started submitting my poetry to outside publications, and I’m already seeing the work pay off. Two LGBTQ+ magazine partnerships are in progress, and I’ve got multiple collections brewing on my own terms.

    But this was never just about me.

    Honestly, if I ever experienced a come-up, would it even be a come-up if I did it alone? If I didn’t reach back and bring others with me? If I didn’t use that platform to spotlight the very people I was once, and still am, standing among? If I didn’t at least try to put them in the same place as I. I mean I can’t make anyone else’s work a hit but, I can at least try to bring anyone who wants to along for the ride.

    The current goal is to build and release themed collections of art and writing created by minority communities, impoverished individuals, and anyone who has been politically or socially silenced. I’m talking about the people who rarely get the spotlight, not because they lack talent, but because the system makes excuses not to see them.

    To pack the punch or add more power and meaning, some collections will also include pieces by true allies. The people who stand firmly with us, even if they are not directly affected. Because sometimes the people on the other side only start listening when the truth comes from someone they view as “like them.” When cis, straight, white people…. No shade but, especially men of average or higher socioeconomic status speak up, other men are more prone to stop and listen. That pause can lead to understanding. And sometimes, that understanding becomes one more changed person, or even the start of what will come to change the person. Allies have a role. Not to speak for us, but to speak with us and to challenge the circles we cannot always safely enter ourselves.

    Each contributor to these projects will have at least one piece included in the final publication, as long as their work aligns with the theme of the project they’re submitting to. In many cases, all of their pieces or many may be featured. The goal is to create a space for minorities to share not to create another loop of submitting their work and then not getting a chance. Art and literature are both things that are not accurately defined by “good or bad” and should be up to each person who has the opportunity to experience the piece. So, no I won’t bother excluding any creator who is in theme and mutually respectful simply because they create art that is not necessarily my taste.

    However, this space does not tolerate bigotry disguised as art or resistance. If it becomes known that a contributor has actively spoken against or harmed any marginalized group, they will not be included. We all have a place. We all belong. But I do not work with people who are not accepting of differences that are not harmful to others. If someone has made appropriate, sincere apologies and shown clear evidence of growth and changed behavior over time, we will reconsider them. But I make no space for underdogs who are just as guilty of stepping on the necks of other oppressed groups to make themselves feel powerful. That’s not resistance. That’s replication of oppression, and it won’t be welcome here.

    After each creator’s final piece a short bio they write themselves will be included, with space for links to their websites, social media, and online stores. This way readers and art lovers can find their favorite contributors. Artists may also opt to remain anonymous, but must let me know in writing if they wish to do so.

    Submissions are open to anyone 18 or older, in any country.

    Because American politics and media don’t exist in a vacuum. Our choices ripple out globally. Pretending they don’t is a privileged stance, and I’m not interested in gatekeeping based on borders. Don’t bother. I won’t be hearing how the world is following the same path Trump is paving against transgender people and yet you somehow don’t see the effect or the cause.

    The Bigger Picture

    This isn’t just a one-off. This is the beginning of something more.

    My long-term goal is to create a full publishing company, one that centers and uplifts the work of marginalized artists, especially those coming from impoverished backgrounds, queer and trans communities, BIPOC artists, disabled creatives, neurodivergent voices, and more.

    A space where we stop handing the mic to cis actors to speak over trans lives. Where we stop letting white actors play all races on screen. Where we stop making queer people audition for lives they’re already living.

    I want to build something that funds and amplifies the real stories of real people. Not inspiration porn. Not watered-down versions. Not token diversity.

    Actual lived experience. Actual voices. Actual art. Here the art or literature degree you hold is the thing that makes you not a fit candidate. When usually it’s used as a substitute paywall. You know, not many people who face poverty get degrees. If they do they have to be lucrative positions. Though situations are and changing if you are a fit and also have a degree I would never want to work against you so please do at least explain how you fit and submit.

    The most important and the least obtainable goal is to offer payment for submissions, paid collab content. I know that you must walk before you run, and I know that offering things for free to read while we grow will boost the ability for the contributors to be heard. However, creating isn’t charity. It’s overdue recognition.

    Call for Core Contributors

    If you’re interested in becoming a core contributing member to these goals, both current and future, please reach out by email or through any of the contact methods listed on my Connection Page.

    Core contributors are not required to submit art or writing to the collaborative projects, though they are welcome to, but instead assist with the behind-the-scenes work. This may include editing, promoting projects, reaching out to other marginalized artists, helping create and plan future collaboration themes, uploading projects to indie storefronts, seeking out new partnerships and visibility opportunities, and helping grow the foundation that will become a fully functional publishing company.

    Expectations and Structure

    Core contribution is voluntary on your part and not automatically guaranteed on mine. Contributors must commit to a few hours each week to the tasks they’ve been approved for. Missed deadlines without prior communication will result in your removal from the contributor list. All work will come with at least one month’s notice. There will be no last-minute surprises. You will always be credited for your work, even if your role is discontinued.

    If you help develop a concept for a collaborative project, that idea may continue to be used by me and the future publishing company, with full credit always given, unless we’ve agreed in writing that it won’t be.

    This is about building something sustainable. Something honest. Something real.

    We grow together. We hold space for each other. We amplify each other’s voices. This is community, not hierarchy. It’s effort, not ego.

    Core contributors are the first to be considered by me when the goal to offer payment for creators is a reality. The eventual need for paid employees will hopefully also be the next step and anyone interested who has contributed previously or currently will be eligible before any new individuals.

    The need to expand and improve may not always be something foreseen and if the company needs to pivot to become a better more successful company we will do so, BUT we will always have the same base core value of creating a space where minorities are listened to, respected, valued, and never spoken for.

    Stay tuned. Stay loud. Stay rooted in what matters.

    Questions? Comments? Concerns? Ready to take the plunge with me? Poeaxtry@gmail.com

    — Axton N. O. Mitchell (@poeaxtry_)

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  • Voices for the Voiceless & The Joy They Cannot Erase – Submission Updates

    Voices for the Voiceless & The Joy They Cannot Erase – Submission Updates

    ✨ Call for Submissions:

    “Voices for the Voiceless” & “The Joy They Cannot Erase”

    Two powerful, community-centered creative projects are now open for submissions.

    📣 VOICES FOR THE VOICELESS

    🗓️ Deadline: December 12th, 2025

    📬 Email: poeaxtry@gmail.com

    📌 Submit up to:

    10 poems 2 essays Unlimited artwork (Per person)

    This anthology exists to document the shift and response of marginalized people through art, especially since the second Trump election. We welcome voices from all marginalized backgrounds, and allies too.

    Whether you’re personally affected, witnessing oppression in your community, or standing beside those impacted, your voice belongs here. We are actively seeking poetry, prose, essays, and visual artwork that address identity, injustice, resilience, and hope.

    🌍 International submissions welcome. This isn’t just an American issue. If you’re creating work about the ongoing changes in the world, your voice matters here.

    🖋️ Open to anyone 18+

    📖 All submitters who meet the theme will have at least one piece included.

    💸 This is currently an unpaid project, but we are seeking grants and if none are secured, it will still be published on free platforms for maximum accessibility. Each contributor will be credited, and optional bios or links will be included.

    🌀 THE JOY THEY CANNOT ERASE

    📬 Email: poeaxtry@gmail.com

    🗓️ No current deadline – submissions open more concrete deadline coming

    This anthology is now open to all transgender and gender nonconforming individuals, not just men and mascs that identify outside of the term man as originally intended.

    We are collecting poetry, prose, essays, and visual art that explores both the pain and the joy of trans existence. The heartbreak and the gender euphoria, the grief and the pride. You are welcome to go as deep and dark as needed, but we also invite work that celebrates the other side, the light, the community, the wins, and the moments that made you feel real.

    💬 The original focus on “the boys, for the boys” has grown into something larger. Think an archive of trans truth, in all forms, from all experiences.

    🖋️ Open to all trans and GNC folks 18+

    🧷 No deadline set yet ; look for one eventually

    📖 Will be published digitally, free to access, with contributor credit and optional bio or link

    🪞 Closing Words

    Art is a living record. These collections are not only a safe haven, they are a call to witness, a call to remember, a call to feel. We’re building legacy through community.

    Please feel free to share widely. Submissions and questions can be sent to poeaxtry@gmail.com

    Much Love,

    Axton N. O. Mitchell

    @poeaxtry_

  • “Hand Off” A Protest Poem for Marginalized Rights

    “Hand Off” A Protest Poem for Marginalized Rights

    “Hands Off”
    An Original Poem by: Axton N.O. Mitchell

    Hands off my hormones, my sexual reassignment surgeries, 
    my right to the pursuit of happiness in my adult life. 
    Leave my genitals alone that isn’t where my gender finds its 
    home. 

    Hands off the people of colors right to any space, to work any place 
    they hold the skill, to live like you and I.
    Racial differences shouldn’t cause a divide. 
    Your grandpa lied. 

    Hands of the disabled persons right to accommodations just so they can
    get by, this doesn’t equate to extra benefits. Not a sent misspent.
    Getting help to get by does not put you ahead of the other guy, 
    welfare and accommodations never made the recipient close to rich. 
    Let the children learn how the teachers see fit, after all there were 
    educated for it. Hands off of education a child’s mind is delicate. 
    American history in all its glory should be an elementary horror story. 

    Hands off the migrants and immigrants they have lost their homes,
    all they have ever known. The families they may never reconnect, all for
    a slice of the American dream. The least you could do is let them be. 

    Hands off of all our differences. 
    This is the way we were meant to live; This is what the melting pot is. 
    You won’t erase the likes of us, no matter how forceful you shove us 
    to the ground.

    A Submission for “Voices for the Voiceless” by: Axton N. O. Mitchell

    🖤What lingers, and what fades too fast?

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