“What?! What do you mean I’m of royalty?”
There was me, in a tank top and jeans being accused of having some type of royalty blood in, I would not even fit being of royalty.
Heartwarming
Full Body (Laughter)
Look me in the eyes when I laugh. Look at our Black bodies that aren’t just bodies and our Black laughter that will never know death, even when we do. Even if we do.
The Journal
A time jump into the future—my 46-year-old self revisits her old countryside home in Romania, where she used to spend her childhood summers. She finds an old journal of hers, uncovering deep memories.
Black Girls
A poem that tackles surface-layer Black characters and urges Black humanity.
Conversations
I am shy. I don’t seem like the shy type with my friends because I’m the loud one. But when I talk to someone who doesn’t know how I tick, I act like I’m listening while I am melting inside.
Two Worlds, One Home
A reflection of cultural identity through the lens of a first-generation, Chinese-American girl.
Legos
Pieces of Legos that click in more ways than one.
How to Grow a Tree From Its Mother
I’ve always been interested in world-building, so for my project, I’ve mapped out and explored the stories of four key places in a world I will use to explore nuanced identity.
The vision of college in the present vs. in four years
As college application season came to an end, the Girls Write Now financial workshop helped me choose which college is best for me.
Subway Scenarios and Sweet Surprises
A love story that begins in an impossible subway scenario that ends with a sweet surprise.
The Naturalista(s)
Two friends explore their shared personal connection with hair.
Under Water
Some moments never stuck, others are vividly blazed. These are memories are stained-covered with tears, laughter and my heart. Invaluable and reflected across page.
Yesterday I saw a double rainbow
The speaker relishes nature and human connection…
Writing My World: Window Into Our Lives
We used a website to showcase our ever-changing writing styles and emphasize the connection between what we read and what we write from childhood till now!
All Through the Words of a Song
I didn’t think anyone understood me… until I met someone who had been in the exact same place.