Written by Nicole Leyberov from Jericho Middle School, New York, USA She is beautiful, entrancing, the sweet depth of her eyes like cherries with water beads that dare to dribble down. She does not fear the ocean, but lets it envelop her to become one with its storms, and one with its tranquility. Improperly proper, she is the muse of my heart’s studies, that I paint by marking every vein in my body, filling up with her. But she is beautiful – not handsome, not white no
Written by Ivy Lu from Fairmont Preparatory Academy, California, USA i do not crave the tempestuous myth of love – no fantasy vows nor kisses of devotion but rather the quiet, sacerdotal rites of being tended to. i want to be handled as one handles relics: with a reverence that trembles at the wrist. count me– not in measures of worth of want, but in sunspots and freckles, those constellatory blemishes scattered like tiny stars across my cheeks. enumerate them as if each one
