Seeking out a dog-eared page, she is drawn in by a two-page spread showcasing the McKinley High Homecoming court, particularly the Queen.
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The hardbound book creaks at the spine as it’s opened. The thin film of dust covering the outside dissipates into the air. The yellow tinged pages with its smudged words and worn edges show the book’s age. The once white
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Seeking out a dog-eared page, she is drawn in by a two-page spread showcasing the McKinley High Homecoming court, particularly the Queen. Her dress was a bold royal blue. Her usual long,
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The hardbound book creaks at the spine as it’s opened. The thin film of dust covering the outside dissipates into the air. The yellow tinged pages with its smudged words and worn
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Backtracking a couple of pages. Landing on a collage of action shots. Focusing on a lean figure framed by nothing but muscle and the basketball jersey that defined him, Charles Browne, also
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You are woman
No need to roar
Created from the sediments of dirt, mud and sand
With a mind so intelligent
Body forever sacred
Soul revolutionary
And spirit truly authentic
The perfect balance between street and sweet
The east and
I have come to the conclusion that I spend a lot of late nights watching documentaries because once again I have written something inspired by a documentary (because documentaries are cool and
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Illegal Tinder was based off of some subject matter I was briefly introduced to while watching an HBO documentary entitled Love Crimes of Kabul based on imprisoned women awaiting trial for what
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Society has a standard on what is considered beautiful and desireable and I’ve never really fit the mold (in my mind). From my weight to my skin color to my hair type
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There are a couple of different elements that came together that created my first (I think) piece of creative non-fiction that wasn’t directly about me or where I used something from my
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I enjoy reading personal essays especially autobiographies, but I’ve never had the opportunity (unless journals and diaries count) to write a personal one of my own until about 7 years ago (I
MoreI distinctly remember Sunday, December 14th, 2008 being a cold and blustery day to those on the outside. Wading through mountains of snow and bitter winds, completely oblivious to the lives that
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