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Dream Child

By Kiran Dhillon I’d smile, Whenever I’d see her shadow Dancing through the hallways. Playful giggles bouncing off the golden walls. The sun would break through that glass no matter what,  When she was alive.  The clouds could be in their worst mood, Frowning down On even the most cheerful of souls.  On the woman…

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Harassment

By: Kelly Ng Often we, as women, are not taken seriously with our concerns, or are written off as overreacting or even lying. Just the other day, something happened reminding me of what women deal with on a daily basis. A few days ago, a man that I met about two years ago at a…

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Home Alone

By Kiran Dhillon I could feel the unrelenting stare burning into me, As I tried not to make eye contact.  I was not his.  Not anyone’s. Not even my own.  I don’t know who he thought he was.  Bulldozing my walls. Flashing his PI ID at me. As a warrant to do so. Violating me. …

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Shave for Yourself

By Kelsey Brown It was senior year of high school, and the guy I had crushed on for years was finally paying me some attention. Of course, that didn’t mean much——in reality he just wanted to have sex with me. But eager-to-please me, seeking validation in others as always, gave in. He finished,  I was…

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To Be A Warrior

By Kiera Price Ever since I was young I had an obsession with fairytales The idea of a prince saving me from my misery Sounded like a breath of fresh air. I have been battling the monsters ever since I was young;  monsters of loneliness, heartbreak and depression. I have been battling for years on…

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A Glimpse Into My Story

By Lulu Al-Khalili He didn’t hit me until the end of the second year of being with him.  We went swimming one summer day in 2018, and had a great time. I was on my period though, so when we were done I had to use the restroom.  We stopped at a local McDonald’s, and…

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Bloodline

By Kay Jenkins She woke and she watched her mother drink her sadness away Morning until night, every single day A lifestyle was taught and nobody alive was to blame You see, sadness turns to anger and is sometimes expressed through rage Her mother’s mother beat her down, she too grew up this way She…

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Numbers

By Kay Jenkins More questions than I can fit on my fingers, both of my hands. More of you than may admit do truly understand. What if we wore our minds on our sleeves? Our hearts they’re just too pure. They mask the bad True flaws, the heart ignores. Number 1. Glue. Because he got…

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