Creative Writing
Anonymous
"Standstill"
I was surrounded by so many faces
Yet I felt so alone
Everywhere I looked,
Smiles spread from one cheek to another
I just imitated so I wouldn’t seem like an outsider
Kristina Blevins
"The Lost Rosebud"
Mary Kane was the perfect housewife. She was organized and delicate in her movements, strict and loving with her son, and above all she was the prize that every man aspires to come across and land as his wife. Indeed, on the outside she appeared to society as a strong woman, the only woman her husband and son Charlie had ever known, but on the inside, she was just a young girl trapped in an era way ahead of her time.
Ana DeSantiago
"Papá"
You were far removed
and I often wondered why.
When I tried to engage in conversation you were
monotone.
“How was work?”
“Okay.”
Quick and short answers
to ward off further conversation.
Jill Knox
"Untitled"
I don’t know what pride is supposed to consist of
But I wonder if it consists of this.
Of this perpetual silence where I never address my blackness or sexuality.
I wonder if pride could just be me
Living, breathing, surviving
Instead of moving, posting, thriving.
Can pride look like this?
Abijah Williams
"Native Exhibit"
They are all idiots. They really think that the White man is going to help us, when they have never helped before. And apparently, I am the disgruntled one because I cannot see this great future the colonizers have promised to us; when in reality, I am the only one who does not have the rose-colored glasses on. They wanted us to share our ideas, so we did. They wanted to know how we hunted and gathered, so we explained. They wanted to know about our culture, so we shared. They wanted us to accept them, so we did. All they do is want, and all we did is give. We give, but receive nothing but hate, lies, and deceit. I do not want to be so cynical, but I cannot be ignorant either.