New American Elegy
Long live the dead we prop ourselves up on,
The cane we pass off as our leg.
Long live the gods that money trickles down from,
The temples made of bars and shaved heads on foreign shores
That we build to please them.
Long live rallies, the riots,
The danger that comes to those who call themselves our saviors
When we organize.
Forget the tyrants that we designed ourselves not to become.
Forget the hope symbol that the hopeless used to flock to
Forget the pledge you repeat every day,
Think only of the one nation under that god,
And long live the new America.
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Rabbit hole
I'm looking in the mirror,
I don't match the picture on the screen,
should I be sad or pleased?
One click at a time,
one more scroll,
oops I fell down the rabbit hole.
Is that the way out or in?
Why are they so much prettier than me?
I'll never be that slim,
maybe I'm supposed to figure out how to look pretty from within?
So many questions,
another search could help,
and another,
and maybe a click on her profile,
she might know.
Wait how did I end up here?
Right,
beauty from within,
but her hair looks so perfect,
and her body never looks unfit,
make-up done flawlessly to the point you would never see through it.
I can't help but think maybe I was never meant to fit in,
with a body that feels big,
hair that's not as long,
skin that will never be clear like the women I saw,
and a smile that will never blind the eyes of any man who walks by.
The mirror looks blurry now,
my screens wet,
time to wipe my tears again for another day that I dread.
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Flood My Heart
Let me float
In a sea of poetry,
Words weaving my hair,
Verses like seawater
Trickling into my heart
And lapping against the shores
Of the eternally hoping arteries;
Let the stars above me
Be knots tied of love
By hands calloused
By the gentle roughness of hope
As they turn over and over
A shard of glass
Until it’s edges smooth;
Let a single tear fall
From the corner of my eye,
Shattering the smooth surface of sea
Into shards I’ll scoop up
With calloused hands
And tuck into my heart,
Braid into my hair,
Mold with my palms;
Let the sea
Flood my heart.
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City Streets
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Spiraling Waters
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I Picked a Flower and Saw the Stars
When I lean against my grandma
On the green couch
She talks about things that used to be
Does that mean
When I’m her
My grandkids won’t understand
How I picked a flower yesterday
I picked a flower it was yellow
Lots of yellow really some random bush
With lots of yellow
Yes I just found it growing
Up out
Of the
Ground
Will they not understand picking a flower yesterday
Up out of the dirt?
How I looked at the stars yesterday
Yes they’re still there
Probably
We just can’t see them
We used to look up it was like
Someone spilt sugar on mom’s indigo apron
We knew a few
Constellations
Not the way your teachers make you
Memorize them now
There’s happiness in knowing they’re there
Not knowing
What clique they’re part of
But will you only ever know the stars
From VR headsets and oral reports
Will you never understand
Looking up at the stars last night?
Will I want to stand up
Off the couch and scream
I picked a flower yesterday
I looked at the stars yesterday
Screaming willing
It to be true?
Please make it true.
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Up Above
Smoky River
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The Tomorrow Project

Create writing and art that explore the issues of today – with hope and solutions for tomorrow.
Every month, the Tomorrow Project introduces a series of thought-provoking writing and visual art prompts on a range of topics from human rights to the banning of books. Awards of $250 will be granted to three writers and three visual artists in the fall after all submissions to this first phase of the project have been reviewed. The energy and enthusiasm around the project are telling us clearly that YWP writers and artists need this platform to speak out and be heard. The Tomorrow Project will continue, beyond the initial phase, as an important part of YWP. There will be many opportunities to share the powerful work that will be created.
The Tomorrow Project is about civic engagement, having a voice on the issues that matter, and finding ways to move forward with resilience and optimism. Each topic includes writing and visual art prompts that are designed to spark ideas, but writers and artists should feel free to take the topic in any direction, genre, or artistic medium of their choice.
Civic engagement is fundamentally about tomorrow. Today might be challenging, but tomorrow can be a whole different world and look a whole lot brighter.
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Climate & Our Earth
Due April 21
climate & our earth - visual art
TOMORROW PROJECT CONTEST DETAILS:
- Open to teens, 13-19, who have a YWP account. (It's free to join!)
- Must be original work and not published elsewhere. No AI.
- No limit to number of submissions.
- Each submission will be considered for the Tomorrow Project's six grand prizes of $250 to be awarded when the first phase of the project is completed in October 2025.
- Prize winners and honorable mentions will have opportunities for publication in YWP's digital magazine and anthology and with media partners.
BURLINGTON CITY HALL EXHIBIT: See the April issue of The Voice for winning submissions and honorable mentions from the Tomorrow Project's first three challenges – Community & Housing, Democracy & Ethics, and Human Rights. Each of the winners in the writing and visual art categories will receive a $50 prize from our partner, Champlain Valley Office of Economic Opportunity (CVOEO), and all winners and honorable mentions will be part of the Fair Housing Month exhibit organized by CVOEO at Burlington City Hall from April 17 until May 31. See the CVOEO calendar listing here.
The deadlines for the following challenges have passed, but if they inspire you, respond to them! They will be considered for the larger Tomorrow Project contest, with awards coming in the fall!

Democracy & Ethics
Democracy & Ethics - Visual Art

Human Rights

Community & Housing
Community & Housing - Visual Art
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[Top illustration: "Between Peace and Light" by Vivien Sorce, YWP Archive]
Create writing and art that explore the issues of today – with hope and solutions for tomorrow. Challenges, cash prizes, publication, and exhibits! See award winning writing and art in the April issue of The Voice!
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