by SHAYNA LENG (Singapore)
Their shells pricked my fingers, the spikes digging tauntingly into my skin.
by MAISHA EUZEBE (Dominica)
My best friend and I always talk about how we're going to change the world.
by TULA SINGER (Cuba)
The embassy called and approved our request to leave the country. So we packed our clothes and a couple of other essentials, leaving the rest behind.
by KOBY CHEN (Canada)
When my mother and father had left for the west, they brought few things with them.
by ARI (United States)
In the jungles of Aklan stands a statue of a man I've never met.
Stands a monument to a face I've never seen.
by VIVIAN ZHI (Canada)
My words can be a sense of comfort, a feeling of being understood, a thought, an awakening.
by ELOISE DAVIS (United Kingdom)
Throughout my many travels, to all sorts of exotic lands, never before have I seen a diet so extraordinary as that of the snamuh.
by LIORA SCOP (South Africa)
They say 7 billion people stayed home today
2.2 billion children stayed out of school
by TULA SINGER (Cuba)
My mother came into the kitchen with a blank face. "We're leaving," she said. "We're going to move in with Ahmad in New York."
by ENLING LIAO (Australia)
Thirty-two nights without seeing a start
Bright, shining, good luck, good luck for me.
by ASHTON PERFECTO (United States)
I am an American boy
with a Mexican twin.
by SIRIN JITKLONGSUB (Thailand)
These are the scents I will take with me when I leave this house.
by JONATHAN HUANG (Taiwan)
My teacher, Ms. Waterson, wore glasses, and I kept an earnest gaze on them as I spoke . . .
by MERIT ONYEKWERE (United States)
When Uchechi’s voice crackles with laughter and her almond brown eyes crease . . .
by ROSALEEN SWEITI (United States)
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)
“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)
I grew up eating an excessive amount of eggs. Actually, that’s a little misleading.
by ENOK CHOE (United States)
In November 2018, the horrific picture of a migrant mother and her daughters fleeing . . .
by JUNFANG ZHANG (Singapore)
Perpetually sitting in a corner of my room is a large carrier bag filled with cast-off clothes.
by DANIEL SHARPE (Northern Ireland)
Sweet Erin you lay far from me,
In soils toiled by blight and blood.
by SAMANTHA WAGNER (United States)
I believe in
A Place for every Person to
by MAYA LINSLEY (Canada)
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 . . .