All (My) Eyes on Me
by lis
It is hard to understand that the hundreds of eyes critiquing your every feature are your own.
Laziness
By Jayden
By AJ
The Eyes are the Window to the Soul
By Neha
“The Eyes are the Window to the Soul” serves as a remembrance towards the martyrs in Palestine who have passed due to human hatred, negligence, and persecution. During this time, we must remember that we are all of the same race. The human race. Forgetting this instance of genocide and hiding behind what is portrayed in the media will only leave us to lose our sense of humanity as well.
Hanging by a Thread
By Apollo13
We didn’t ask to be Here
By Neha
We are brought into society without our consent, yet we are told that OUR lives are OURS to live. While we were not asked, we were still born with a voice. Before the things we have kept so dear to us are taken away as well, we should hold them tight and live to our own regard. We don’t owe anyone anything.
Beyond the Pixie Dust
By Lis
The shallow caricature of the "Manic Pixie Dream Girl" trope in media puts limitations on real, complex women.
So Much Trash
By Apollo13
Generational Love
By AJ
For the people reading this, I know not everyone will be able to relate. However, this poem was written during a moment of immense pain, and because of that, many things about this might seem straightforward and blunt. I prefer that to inching around the subject.
For those who relate, I hope you find solace in the fact that you’re not alone.
