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Timtim had a tough day at school. Luckily Mom always knows just what to say. Timtim had been staring at
My writings are often not so organized and very personal as they always shows my literal emotions and who I am. I write when I feel happy, I write when I feel sad, I write when I get mad, I write when I get stressed. Writing helps me to get all my hidden emotions out and offers me the relief of sharing and making the burden light. So I want to thank all my late nights and early morning journal and writing pieces for providing me with a good day and good nights.
Timtim had a tough day at school. Luckily Mom always knows just what to say. Timtim had been staring at
I imagined what I would like to say to myself 15 years in the future.
This winter, I returned to Bangladesh for the first time in years after living in the U.S.
My poem explores a mother's emotions about sending her boy to war.
Fernando is walking down the street one day when he thinks he hears two birds talking to him…
My Unnamed Feelings By Fariya Kabir