In our English class we were faced with a challenge to mimic the writing style of Jamaica Kincaid in...
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Dude

This is how you become successful in life; this is how you make us proud; this is how you...
Boy

For this assignment we had to mimic the short story “Girl” so that we can understand the reason why...
LIFE

Enjoy reading my “Literary Selfie” that I wrote for my AP English Literature course. The original version of Jamaica...
In our AP Literature class we were asked to write a Literary Selfie on “Girl” by Jamaica Kincaid and...
“Youth”

This post is a boy version of “Girl” from Jamaica Kincaid Make sure you eat all your rice,...
Get up and make your bed; go to the bathroom and wash your face; soak your little cloths...
My Final Project The Jay and the Peacock was a story I chose to create an alternate ending for....
The Dog and the Sparrow Remixed

This is my take on a fairytale you may or may not have heard – the Dog and the...
This is an animated version of Charles Perrault’s fairy tale, Little Red Riding Hood. The story is interactive. You...
The Dragon and his Grandmother remix

In my animation, I remade the old fairy tale “The Dragon and his Grandmother.”I liked this story because it...
I am from honey, From Sheffield and Kings, I am from the water leaking from the mouth of the...
When there is pain, there is art. When there is art- something beautiful is created.

With these beautiful words that have fallen away from my soul- this time- my tears will dry. they will...
Jimmy Budd Today could not be topped in its harshness towards me Do not attempt to convince me that...
Have you ever had a teacher in your school that people do not like and you thought that you...
Someone Like Me

It was the people we could be. The conversations, nostalgic desire/ what happened to us? I fell in love...
Ingredients for the Perfect Sitcom

In Ancient Greece, people used to gather around an arena-like stage to watch actors tell stories. The word...
Just to let You Know

Poem in the style of Williams Just to let you know I did not return the change from the...
I had only ever been kissed by the rain/ so gently as it may. I spent all of these soft wasted...
AN: Before I get into things, I’ll explain what my next work is. In my Creative Writing class we...
Bruised

“No, this wasn’t meant to happen.” His rocking begins to take on a certain rhythm. “I shouldn’t be...
Where I’m From by Jimmy Budd I am from football gloves, from Nike and polyester. I am from cold...
The Fire Next Time: Baldwin is Making Generalizations

“White Americans seem to feel that happy songs are happy and sad songs are sad, and that, God help...
Junge ( boy )

Boy, have you learned? Learned how to iron, vacuum, clean the dishes, sweep the floor? Walk the dog, feed...
Why? Why couldn’t I just… recognize when people didn’t want me around? When they only want me around because...
A poem about speaking out in a moment when it would have been easier to be silent.

“Silent” Silence. Silence is what you hear. You hear yelling in a close distance, confusion. The yelling, mix with...
We are Raindrops in an endless ocean/ free-form and crashing, forever changing in a raging storm. Despite the unforgiving...
James, if you get up you must walk all over your clothes. You will come back with cloth on...
The sun has risen up, Oh no is morning! I wish I could be asleep, I’d rather be counting...
Dear Rylan: First and foremost, be who you are. You will meet people who tell you that you...
i can not think so forgive me. there are these faceless shapes in the dark corridor with painted walls...
A Reason Why

Perhaps this is not an assumption or a conclusion the echoes of what once was- what is- of people...
This is my writer’s autobiography. For our February issue of Madame Noir, 2017, we interviewed Ariel Saah. Self...
February 13, 2017 Dear: Ryan (Lil B) Well look at you. Starting your first year on...
Some Nights

There are some nights/ like this night/ where I wish to be one of those stars that you wish...
Fragmented Thought

There are some nights/ like this night/ where I wish to be one of those stars that you wish...
I collapsed on the tile floor crying. I haven’t eaten anything in a week, how the hell did I...
I once was an extremely shy girl, not only in a group setting, but also one on one. I...
Letter to My Younger Self: Being Gay is Okay

February 2, 2017 Hey Maacs, Hello little Maacs, I know how hard it is to go through changes during...
Summer Night i lay on my back the stars high above are small but oh-so-large and twinkling together...
The Reader’s Opinion

In my opinion… i feel like we should always stay true to ourselves … We shouldn’t change for anybody...
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