A writing Contest HOSTED IN PARTNERSHIP WITH Sweet July

Deliberately Feathered

By Kayla Misa

WInner

From the sweet july judge’s panel:

The build-up on this piece is masterful, as is the quality of storytelling. We love how the writer uses a physical heirloom—the rosary—as a symbol for their journey with identity. Bravo!

I was four when my parents presented our first rosaries to my twin brother and I. Before us dangled, two child-sized wooden necklaces; hazel beads separated by the Five Decades, and a silver crucifix with a stick-figure Jesus embedded on the metal. I remember my grubby hands feeling ruggedly cut spheres against wrinkles in my palm, my childish fingertips grazing over the contours of the crucified figure. This necklace symbolized more than a religious artifact; it was a conduit to my Filipino heritage, a bridge to the sacred ritual of prayer echoing through generations.

And how I cherished it. With rope and twine draped around my neck, I felt a sense of kinship with my parents, eager to emulate their dedication to Catholicism. I was unfiltered in my desire for their approval, yearning to bask in the warmth of their affection. This rosary was my gateway to gain their adoration, and to show the utmost deference to my parents. Two rules in the house reigned supreme: 

One—Worship God through your blind devotion of prayer. 

Two—Filial piety above everything. 

The rest of the commandments on the stone tablet naturally followed after. 

My twin and I took turns threading the rosary through death anniversaries and holiday dinners- a constant companion always pressed to my chest, its presence bringing me solace. The heaviness of the cross was my pleasure to carry. It was a tangible reminder of my unwavering faith- the blistering statue of His flesh against me upholding the virtues of being a humble Filipino child, and above all, allowing me to serve as an enlightened disciple of God. 

I never questioned my beliefs, and I never questioned my parents. It was a pair that was inseparable—the same perpetual prayers that spilled from my mouth, and the unchanged bent necks accompanied by hanging heads in onerous obeisance—wound willingly through the rosary. 

Yet, beneath the facade of piety and obedience, my queerness was threatening to upend our perfectly curated familial harmony…

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In celebration of Women’s History Month in March, and the impact of strong female role models, we partnered with Ayesha Curry’s Sweet July for a writing contest to elevate the voices of girls and gender expansive young adults.

Girls Write Now participants answered a prompt from On the Art of the Craft, our 25th anniversary guidebook coming soon from HarperOne: Tell the story behind a family heirloom or tradition. How has it shaped who you are?

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