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stolen by Brezane Ruiz

I remember the first time a white girl stole from me. It was the first grade and I remember thriving on spelling tests being rewarded...

Shame: A Black Perspective by Mabell Holand

I am writing this on the international coming out day, and as I look back, perfectly aware that I have been out of the closet for over a...

Merci, Monsieur by Lydia Echols

I no longer enjoy going out in public. When I do go out, I prefer to be alone or with a single trusted companion - but for clarity: I’m...

Indulgent Fallen by D.H. Gomez

When the earth was cursed (For Man’s sake) Her bounty shriveled to thorns and thistles, The bed made we must sleep in. Pestel in hand we...

Profane Movement by D.H. Gomez

We two Cheek to cheek, I listen to the shell of your ear And hear your humming ocean: Electrons dancing in every atom. Their sacred,...

wholly holy by jasmine king

i was six when i kissed a girl for the first time we hid our faces beneath a jacket so our teachers & classmates wouldn't see us in my...

Reclaiming the Sacred Relationship Between Animals & Humans Who Have Been Deemed Less Than

Every pet name inevitably has a story behind it. Sometimes they're named after a specific way they look, or a cute sound they make, but...

Hair To Please You by Lydia Echols

My hair has always been a source of comments and constant despair for me. Popular opinion said, “You should wear your hair straight; it’s...

endometriosis, a poem by e.h. lemon

"i cannot see you now but i hope you do not feel unseen" a helpless ode to ovaries that reproduce then wheeze if i trim my breast and...

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