Gabrielle Mendoza

  • February 13, 2018By Gabrielle Mendoza

    Insecurities are something that I definitely struggle with and in turn has influenced a lot of my daily life. One of the insecurities I’ve always struggled with is my skin color that even now, I’m still learning and trying not to see as a negative aspect. I wrote this poem after a day at school

  • January 6, 2018By Gabrielle Mendoza

    I have never been one to call myself a “writer” nor did I consider writing a talent until I realized the people around me felt the same towards me and other aspiring “writers.” It felt as if our writing was not considered anything special because our names were not considered anything special. We were not

  • December 12, 2017By Gabrielle Mendoza

    After watching romance movies and reading too much fan fiction, I thought I had gotten the breaking-up process to a T. I ended up compiling a bunch of these cliche lines and turning my different interpretations of the line into a story of a toxic relationship because anyone that has to use any of these

  • November 20, 2017By Gabrielle Mendoza

    As with any crush, you low-key hope that they eventually become more than just your crush and with any crush of mine, I always tell myself and others that I’m not expecting for anything to happen even though I still kind of am. Expecting isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but it does put your hope

  • November 9, 2017By Gabrielle Mendoza

    Whether it’s school or family or friends, anxiety can be triggered by a lot of things, especially in teenagers. While you may not be consciously thinking of all your problems and issues that need to be addressed, they probably are stressing you out. Talking about it with someone might help, but for those who prefer to help

  • November 1, 2017By Gabrielle Mendoza

    Crushes are the most annoying thing to have, especially when nine out of 10 times your crush is crushing on someone else. I have had many a conversations with my crushes, and they have all ended badly, after I messed something up; this poem is just a summary or a run-down of what usually happens

  • October 20, 2017By Gabrielle Mendoza

    Of the hundreds of cliché quotes, the two I hear the most are “there’s more to me than meets the eye” or “you know my name, not my story.” They convey that there is so much more to a person than what they initially let on. Fascinated by that idea, I tried it for myself

  • October 2, 2017By Gabrielle Mendoza

    I read a tweet from one of those Twitter accounts dedicated to poetry talking about how people shouldn’t date writers unless they’re ready for drama, moodiness, over-exaggeration and for every single piece to be about them as well as how their break-up and fights will be publicized for all the world to see. I thought nothing of

  • September 18, 2017By Gabrielle Mendoza

    It’s so easy to pass judgment on someone you haven’t met; it’s even easier when you hear them speak except they’re not talking with you — at you. However, there are those instances wherein someone actually converses with you and you’re so fascinated and excited from the rush conversation brings that, along the way, you become one

  • August 24, 2017By Gabrielle Mendoza

    Scrolling through Twitter is just about the only thing I do aside from schoolwork. Part of the reason is because of the stories that I come across on my timeline. Someone will be posting about their family reunion, their best friend or their heartbreak and it’s interesting to be able to see life with another

  • August 14, 2017By Gabrielle Mendoza

    For some reason, I’ve never been an expressive or affectionate person, especially towards my parents. It’s always been easier for me to send the message through my actions or through my writing—this poem is just one of many examples. I’ve always had these thoughts, but have never felt so strongly that I had to put

  • August 7, 2017By Gabrielle Mendoza

    Five months ago, I went to my junior prom entitled “Avenoir.” That night, I felt content with my dress, my date and the dance; in fact, at two a.m., I was still reeling at the events that made my night and the events that — for the lack of a better word — ruined me the days