elementia
Like Spearmint and Snow (no blues)
By Isabelle ShachtmanWhy do they keep praying
If nothing has changed
Call Me Stephanie
By Ayiana UhdeHi my name is Ayiana
Once upon a time,
I was a young girl
Seeing the world through rose colored glasses
my mother sobbed to herself at the kitchen table
Wondering why
Crying tears that would not relinquish
What's in a Name?
By Vic KepnerMadeline.
The first name I was ever given
A symbol of my mother’s overbearing need to go her way or no way
Her way had no meaning
It was simply a name she thought was pretty
Fathers are for Freedom
By Gillian KnaebelIt’s hard to understand what
to feel when his words say
he loves me but the tone of
his voice says the only thing
he cares about is himself.
Scars stain his back
and my wrists
but the only real scars are