Author: Calliope Corner

Mabuhay

Mabuhay Mabuhay. Kamusta. Good afternoon. Magandang hapon. “Speak English,” they say. Okay. Sige. Pwede na man. Yes. I can. I’ve been doing it all day. It’s exhausting. It’s tedious. I have to sound the words out In my head before I say it Just so that the vowels sound American I have to push down that tidbit Of my identity to appease a group of people who think that English Is the best measure of intelligence Will my accent change the value I hold? If my t’s are more prominent, am I stupid? If I speak like this, like the way I was taught, does that change the fact That I study four languages? Does it change the fact that I’ve pushed myself so that I could be on par With the other honor students? Hindi kami bobo. We’re not stupid. We have the same capacities As those born in the US For the girl who told my friend not to talk to her Until she learned more English I hope you know that she speaks a language You do not know a word of.   –Lianne...

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It’s Getting Cold Out

  It’s getting cold out. You take a sip of water and shrug it off. A shiver runs down your spine though, the cold is only getting worse. Walking across rain puddles, water creeps up on you. Tiny splashes hit and leak into your shoes. Your socks, barely damp. Such an inconvenience. The dampness sticks to your skin, attaching itself to you. Softly irritating you, the wet feeling of clothes while it’s so cold out. It could make you sick. But it’s okay, it’s just a cold. Drink some hot soup and lots and lots of water. You’ll be better in no time. For those disrespected in the past, slaughtered for knowing America before us, It’s getting cold out for them too.. They take a sip of water while they still can, without their throats burning from the poisoned and oily water. So much oil. A shiver runs down their spines, the cold is only getting worse. The people are only getting worse. But they stay. To save their home from America- again. They try, again. Sleeping on the frozen ground, water doesn’t bother creeping up on them. No it hits them with full force. Badges. Blue lights. Red lights. Flashing. Water. Hits. Them. What is it? God? The Universe? America? America is that you? Mini water pipes before the bigger pipes are finalized-hoses. Of course, water hoses. Nice...

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Winter’s Loss

Walking with empty space in a crowded hall, Silver hair; like joyful winter, Face– smiling, Brush past like the artist on her canvas, Reminiscent of yellow sky, taken by the clouds, Face–steel; shark, Walking with no escape in an empty hall, Silver hair, like desperate ash, Face–withered, Comfort like mother’s hug, Grief the sunflower that had been picked in an early spring, Face–Sorry –Yosef Weiss, Senior...

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Lucas Sato

I wanted to show how beautiful Black culture is and especially emphasize the importance of hair in Black culture. Lucas Sato is an Afro-Brazilian model and the first time I saw photos of him I fell in love with the way he carries himself and how unapologetically he wore his hair. Sato is an inspiration. –Soley Johnson,...

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