I had forgotten
That they could not see us.
At first I thought it was an awful thing
We are beautiful creatures, we are, really
And they hadn’t gotten to experience our beauty
So I watched...
Growing up, according to my mother, I had always had a strange fascination with death. It wasn’t like I was always around death; in fact, I’ve only ever been to one funeral in my life, and I’m almost...
There’s always something ugly within us,
Even in the most beautiful of things.
An apple could look red and crisp outside
But inside it’s bad and rotten.
Sometimes we don’t even look...
It is you I see
Swaying left and right with every breeze
Petals dangling
Bees sampling
Above, you are towering
In the light, showering
The sun shines for you in all you go through
It...
She doesn’t exist they say,
She will never exist they say,
But she knows in her heart
She will always exist.
She’s crazy they say,
She’ll always be crazy they say,
And she knows...
Social media, once again, has started a negative impact on young girls. From life threatening diets to excessive amounts of make-up. The internet has been tarnishing girl's view of their bodies since social...
In the kitchen, the walls were painted white. There were golden knobs on wooden cabinets, dishes scattered over the granite countertop, the dishwasher taking a temporary sabbatical from cleaning plates...
On Sept. 11, 2016 in Atlantic City, NJ 52 contestants came together to compete for the ultimate crown at the Miss America Pageant. Savvy Shields from Arkansas impressed the crowd by performing a jazz dance...
Noelle Walker, Arts and Entertainment Editor
• April 15, 2016
An Open Letter to the Boy that Called Me Ugly:
I am completely repulsed by what you thought gave you the right to do so. Not even to mention that it wasn't even to my face.
What gives you the right...
To be inferior means to be lower in rank, quality, or status. It means to be less important, to be minor, secondary. Primarily used as an adjective, inferior is used to describe something that is of lesser...
Big girls don’t cry, but yet, they do
Why are there labels for me and you?
The pain in our hearts no longer obtains a limit
Little by little, how can we understand it?
The struggles that...
Cinderella. The very name elicits varying reactions among different people, and, while there are thousands of different interpretations, the general outline of each version is the same: The protagonist’s...
These past few months, I’ve been impatiently counting down the days I have left in this school. With each passing day, I grow more tired of the monotonous drone of classes;...