Marie Isabela

  • August 22, 2018By Marie Isabela

    In a recent interview from Love Magazine with model Kendall Jenner, Jenner reveals her place as a privileged model. “Since the beginning, we’ve been super selective about the shows I would do. I was never one of those girls who would do like 30 shows a season or whatever the f*ck those girls do. More

  • January 20, 2018By Marie Isabela

    More than 200 days. Almost eight months. And they would finally see each other again, this time, more than friends. Dean didn’t know how it would unfold. He’d said in his letters that they would go out on a date, but they couldn’t. Not in Briston. Not in public. Not unless they wanted to be

  • January 10, 2018By Marie Isabela

    Let’s chat about books, specifically, the book An Ember in the Ashes, written by Sabaa Tahir. Not only does this book have 4.32/5 stars on Goodreads, but 97 percent of Google users like it as well. An Ember in the Ashes takes place in a land called Serra, and their government is set up as an

  • January 10, 2018By Marie Isabela

    Nina’s car horn woke me from my slumber. I slid open my window to find my friends motioning for me to come on already. I’d fallen asleep, and now I’m late. The clock reads a little past 10pm. “Shit, shit, shit, shit.” I dart around my room, thrusting my hand into the pile of clothes. My

  • December 30, 2017By Marie Isabela

    I wrote this poem for one of my closest friends who reminded me that friends do exist. After being in a relationship that dragged me under and away from friends and any type of social life, finding this friend helped me breathe. This is my letter to her. Dear Friend, Friend you are, caring soul

  • December 20, 2017By Marie Isabela

    I wrote this poem about a relationship in which one is attached to his/her partner, hoping that the other will change into this imagined or nostalgic perspective. A relationship like this is never easy to grieve, nor is it ever easy to escape, especially when one doesn’t wish to leave; even though that’s what’s needed

  • December 11, 2017By Marie Isabela

    In life, there will always be tiny little moments that sink into your mind and stay there forever. Some feel pointless, some feel melancholy, some feel delightful and some feel humorous. This moment takes me back to the days I would sit in a coffee shop in town and finish schoolwork or continue with my

  • December 3, 2017By Marie Isabela

    Recently, Meghan Markle, a biracial woman, has gotten engaged to Prince Harry and it proves that people are still confused with how to label a mixed race woman (or man). Markle has a Caucasian father and an African American mother, which, obviously, makes her biracial, both black and white. In July of 2015, she published an

  • November 28, 2017By Marie Isabela

    The crowd is screaming for me. That is what I am telling myself. My hands slide down my black silk bodice that snugly fits my torso. Then my touch grazes over my tightly wound bun. The lights fade. The music begins. I blink, and I am on stage, beginning in first position, my body poised

  • November 20, 2017By Marie Isabela

    Glass shatters against the wall. Katherine flinches, but I neglect it and continue to shove items into my bags with tears staining my cheeks. For a moment, she’s silent. At least my parents are away for the weekend. They probably don’t want me here, anyway. “Ellie, please,” Katherine begs, taking my wrist. I yank away

  • November 14, 2017By Marie Isabela

    In segregated America, progressives used the slogan “we all bleed the same blood” to counter the division, but in Mare Barrow’s world, blood is exactly what divides them. A young adult dystopian called Red Queen is my favorite piece of literature for multiple reasons. Blood divides Mare’s world; having red blood means one is inferior

  • November 5, 2017By Marie Isabela

    In this day and age, in 1974, nothing good comes out of being a girl. And a pregnant girl? You’re fucked. Oh, yeah. 98.4 percent fucked. In each way of the word. A boy I think I love might be the father, or maybe the boy who loved my body the night I loved tequila