United States

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by EDWIGE GHEMBESALU (United States)

April 2021

They tell us to put our hands up. Then, they ask us why we moved. Sister, that is why they shoot. Because we move.

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by FIONA MADSEN (United States)

April 2021

I am coming of age in a world that doesn't make sense to me. I will turn eighteen quietly, without a party, without my extended family. 

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by ARI (United States)

April 2021

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.

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by LYAT MELESE (United States)

August 2020

Change is unexpected. 

Like the day I was told we were moving to America. 

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by ARIA MALLARE (United States)

August 2020

Don't you swat at a fly. 

Don't you mindlessly shoot that harmless creature to the ground.

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by CAROLINE DINH (United States)

April 2020

Sometimes I like to collapse infinity

into a single point in time I label "now."

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by KAREN UMEORA (United States)

April 2020

My mom got me a goldfish. I didn't even want it. She told me it'd teach me diligence

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by KATE GARDNER (United States)

April 2020

And the sea has many teeth, far more than I. But if we are one 

then I have all the same teeth as the sea, then it has the same teeth as I. 

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by AIKA ADAMSON (United States)

April 2020

The night comes with a special kind of softness,

where the music swells. 

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by ASHTON PERFECTO (United States)

April 2020

I am an American boy

with a Mexican twin. 

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by HUYENTRAN NGOMAI (United States)

April 2020

There was a girl in class that Rose really wanted to play with, but she didn't know what to say. 

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by MAY ZHENG (United States)

December 2019

Air sticks to my skin, 

like honey. mosquitos circle my ankles and wrists

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