Poetry
When speaking about the Nazi white-supremacists in Charlottesville, Donald Trump made the statement “there were good people in that group”. This hit me heavy. I am a biracial Mexican-American man. My family is full of hard working Mexican-American people. They have done nothing wrong, they work hard, they do not harm anybody. But yet Donald
Almost everyone suffers from anxiety and so do I, so I decided to pen down what my anxiety feels like and it was harder than I expected. Sad days come with sirens, like the red light you saw, just before you woke up. Or the smell of anesthesia, that reminds you of death. Or
Colorism is the prejudice or discrimination against people with a dark skin tone, usually among people of the same ethnic or racial group however can venture across many different groups. It’s not new nor has it been abolished. However, in any ways it is trying to be, and a form of deconstructing its harmfulness is
With recent events, I think it is important to promote unity and to suppress the hate. This is a poem written on a 2 a.m. flight, inspired by the blunt confusion of mixed and multicultural children, not understanding and therefore silencing what they are evidence of. Minorites have come far from living completely under others,
At around the age of 10, I truly began to hate my body. I have never been one of the skinny girls and people would always tell me to watch my weight, but at the beginning of middle school, I actively tried to lose weight. It led to my obsession with the scale and I
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
Do you remember the first time you fell for someone? How everything seemed endless? Fast paced? Just a simple rush that you never wanted to end but also slow, confusing and scary. Filled you up inside with giddiness and happiness but making you overreact and analyze everything. Incredibly contradictory. Not even the endless possibilities that
This is a poem about creativity, human emotions, and the unnecessary limitations we, as a society, place on those two pivotal aspects of humanity. This poem recognizes that is essential to allow yourself to feel your emotions in order to be at peace with your reality. Creativity is not just a childlike state of
Music from the 50s captivates my soul completely and movies from past decades bring me a sense of familiarity that I was unaware of before. Something about the past just feels like home to me. I feel as if I’m an old soul and truly feel that I’m living in the wrong generation, however I know
“The end of friendships and relationships often leave people feeling lost and angry. I wrote this poem to reconcile my own feelings, in order to move forward. I think it is important to examine ourselves and our upbringings in an honest way to truly learn from our pasts.” I hold onto my bitterness like I
Trigger: self-harm, suicide. Last winter I had an article I published about seasonal depression. With Fall and Winter coming around, it’s important to remember this form of depression. The following poem put the experience of seasonal depression into an art form. My hope for this poem is that more attention is brought to seasonal depression
I wrote this poem when I was 17 and was reflecting on my past three years of bad decisions. It’s also when I “found myself”… I found the things that made me happy, found the career I wanted to pursue, found genuine friends and found hope for better days. I reflect on my past
