writing
By KC Every day I awake in an open grave And leave my slab to walk among the tombs Massive monuments built to mark bad decisions and love lost Life and freedom shattered by time being watched over by men with guns I am not alone, for thousands walk with me A nation of the…
Read MoreBy JA When I read, I’m alive not dead The words tell me so much I’ve read On the page, I’ve met the other travelers On the page, I’ve been to the favelas On the page, I’ve felt heartbreak, elation, scorn I read to learn, move on When I read, I feel alive, not dread…
Read MoreBy MR My mom’s once told me, “Son drop the gun and pick up a pen…” And let your words become a weapon that’ll demonstrate positivity amongst both women and men… So I began to express my pain and disregard my insecurities and shame… Because I soon understood, being myself wasn’t a façade, but a…
Read MoreBy AC A seed is planted in the fertile lands inside my mind. I faintly hear it turning into a beautiful idea as if, I heard a voice trying to speak to me through time, through the distance and through any obstacles that there might be. But I pay attention to it and nurture it…
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