These are two poems that reflect back on our younger selves.
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As a Woman
This piece is about the double standards that plague society and force women to be small.
Part One of Thirteen of 13 Ways of Looking at Being Female-Bodied
I sat in Port with my legs curled up on the floor, leaning up against my bunk bed.
What’s your favorite color
This piece is about a colorblind painter who is navigating her way in an art piece before a deadline. She cannot see a single color but has to finish the piece using her senses.
A Life of Comedy and Tragedy
This is a piece on the regurgitation of trauma from the perspective of a young girl transitioning into her authentic self through reflection.
Growing Up
This is the story of Alani, an abused girl who is taken away from her mother by Child Protective Services and finds herself in a “living hell.” To get by, she lies.
Spinning Genes
This story highlights the positive and negative impacts of gene editing tools on a person’s health and personality with the use of time travel and fantasy character, the Immortal Wish Maker.
Why I love you
This piece is all about love and how it blinds us. It’s a beautiful thing that we all experience in our own way. This is just a window into another love story that will warm your heart.
Cerulean Summer
If you’ve delved into the addiction of nostalgia these days, you can relate to this recurring poem and its story of two children spending their last summer together.
An Eye-opening Experience
Maisha Jahan Chowdhury’s visit to Myanmar Refugee Camp.
Prison Through the Eyes of a Former Inmate
A look at the U.S. prison system through the eyes of someone who has lived through it.
Sweetness
I wanted to explore the little dialogues we have with ourselves when the parts of us wanting to grow up conflict with those that feel lost, scared, and alone.
Resplendent At Dawn
My life has come with many struggles, but throughout all of them, the cold blue of the morning has always brought comfort. This is my way of sharing said comfort with you.
As A Woman
In New York, there are many times I’ve been catcalled on the train. I wrote this poem to release my bottled up anger about the constant catcalls and times I was seen as an object.
If You’d Only Let Me In
If You’d Only Let Me In By Melanie Santiago Everyone tells Lucia she needs help, so she goes to an…