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Global Citizenship

by SIRIN JITKLONGSUB (Thailand)

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December 2019

These are the scents I will take with me when I leave this house.

by JONATHAN HUANG (Taiwan)

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December 2019

My teacher, Ms. Waterson, wore glasses, and I kept an earnest gaze on them as I spoke . . .

by AFRAH SHEKH (India)

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December 2019

the first missile tears through the skin;

skinning the embers of a quenched country

by MERIT ONYEKWERE (United States)

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December 2019

When Uchechi’s voice crackles with laughter and her almond brown eyes crease . . .

by ROSALEEN SWEITI (United States)

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September 2019

There's a sort of spell that falls over the dinner table as we wait for the athan to sound.

by AKILAH NORTHERN (United States)

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September 2019

“Black people don’t eat sushi.” He said it while I was in the middle of filling a bowl with grits . .

by MELISSA XU (United States)

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September 2019

I grew up eating an excessive amount of eggs. Actually, that’s a little misleading.

by ENOK CHOE (United States)

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September 2019

In November 2018, the horrific picture of a migrant mother and her daughters fleeing . . .

by JUNFANG ZHANG (Singapore)

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September 2019

Perpetually sitting in a corner of my room is a large carrier bag filled with cast-off clothes.

by DANIEL SHARPE (Northern Ireland)

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September 2019

Sweet Erin you lay far from me, 

In soils toiled by blight and blood.

by SAMANTHA WAGNER (United States)

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April 2019

I believe in

People Places,

A Place for every Person to

by MAYA LINSLEY (Canada)

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April 2019

I found love in the plastic heart of a run-down souvenir shop. Sweat had dried in a sticky landscape across my back, and I was out of breath from the sheer force of the midday sun, and I was standing in between . . .