Written by Anonymous Dear Homophobic Bullies, I know you. You are the stranger who, upon seeing my rainbow flag lanyard at school, started laughing. You are the stranger who would continuously name-call me, single me out, and make me feel completely out of place. You are the stranger who hated me. But why? Why did you see me as an enemy before you ever talked to me? Feel free to correct me if I am wrong, because maybe you did not hate me; instead, you hated what you saw in m
Written by Lauren Zheng from Canada “Stop talking, young lady, or you’ll be out in the hall.” That’s my first memory of you, terror of the second-graders. I was sitting on a lint-covered blue carpet with the others. (Except the carpet wasn’t quite blue, and I wasn’t quite with them.) You were watching us make paper stars. (My paper wouldn’t fold the right way, my star deflating and crooked.) I was terrified of you. (I was terrified of being less than them.) But my mom forced
