Because dying is loud. And living is too.
Growth
Enroute To Myself
This departure calls for no baggage.
Golden Age
This piece was born during an eight-minute freewrite—a ritual at the beginning of our pair sessions.
Sonder
Sonder By Amber N. Persaud
An Ode To Who We Will Be
This is written for my mother, who built independence in me.
A Letter
This is a goodbye letter to all the relationships that shaped me as a person.
Letters To A Young Poetess
Inspired by Rilke’s Letters To A Young Poet, Letters To A Young Poetess is the feminized and updated homage by Kiki Tom and Gabriella Calabia. Beginning a written correspondence upon being paired as mentor and mentee, the two delve into sharing thoughts, questions and feelings about writing and what it takes to share one’s voice.
Writing Found Me
Writing took me with open arms and accepted me for who I am.
Butterflies
If you ever feel too scared to grow and move on, just imagine the butterfly’s transformation process. From beginning to end.
Capes and Cancer
Coming of age is a painful process for all of us—even superheroes. In my story, I learn to embrace that pain and find a few superpowers along the way.
Her, An Indian Girl
“Her, An Indian Girl” reaches out to girls who may feel low about their appearance or features. It teaches her to love how she looks and how she has been crafted.
Her, A Constellation
All of us are beautiful. Our scars and fears should be valued as much as the parts we love. Since we are human all of us have imperfections and they are not something we should be embarrassed of but something we should love.
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.