I will never be in the army. I could never die for my country. I would step away from the bullets streaming toward our politicians. I don't believe in war. I know that it exists, but I refuse to support it.
My home has been different almost every year. Home started out in Brooklyn, NY. Small town, Vermont is quite different from that. And Hanover, NH is quite different from both.
it had been an early morning that we left nobber--getting up in the dawn that felt like it should be blue but was instead already tinged gold by the premature sun, packing up our things and brushing teeth in a hurry only to undo all that work when we
(I read Bekkah.FIR's post about graduating and had my own mini crisis. :) ) A little bit of cookie crumbs A small bite of kindness The falling snow whispering past my ears A small glass of milk in my slender hands.
The fine print on the bottle said to never mix with shampoo,which I had a little bit on after the shower,so I deftly jumped back into the shower to try and wash it off.It never came off.
If you are one of the seventy-million people who wish to be empty, then continue to read the following paragraphs, if not, I urge you to turn away, for the following is not a safe road.
‘Everyone is genius, but if you judge a fish on its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.’ — Albert Einstein
These are the Google Slides used at the 3/21 Voices for Change workshop on Social Justice. We hope they inspire you to do some of your own writing about these issues. Thank you to all the young writers who came to our event!