Asian-American, Female, Story
Untitled I approached my lighted vanity mirror atop of my white dresser and flipped the light switch on. I peered into the mirror and became instantly traumatized. Blisters filled with pus protruded from every centimeter of my face. My skin looked foreign compared to...
Asian-American, Female, Story
Stressing Perfection It sneaks up on me, makes me suspicious, and sees to it that I am stumped. “So far, so good,” I sigh to myself, until it strikes. It leaves me stupefied and shocked. Stress is its name. Bringing me down is how it plays its game. I get...
Female, Latinx/Chicanx, Story
Time to Take a Stand From a young age I vowed to take care of my aunt, as she took care of me. Since my parents both worked full-time to make ends meet, she cooked for me, bathed me, and most importantly, taught me how lucky I was to be an American. She was an...
Female, Latinx/Chicanx, Story
We Stand Together I am a Chicana, born and raised in the United States, but a couple of my closest friends were brought here roughly around the age of four from their birthplace in the country of Mexico. Their parents wanted a better life for their children, they...
Asian-American, Female, Story
Untitled I have always been a little lazy. My mom says I get it from my dad. It was never really a problem until it led me to almost not graduate from high school. The thing that was causing problems for me was my grade in English, which was dependent on me doing well...
