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Drowning
Men are born at the bottom of the mountain, impoverished and indigent; they are told to climb the cliffs and that they will die alone...
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Comparison
Emily Biwer, 17, Wisconsin I stand facing this person, all I can see are her flaws. Comparing every bit of unattractiveness of her features. Her face, the reddening of acne…
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The Stranger in the Photo
It is August 24th, 2008. I am clad in a backwards tan cotton twill cap, a linen tank top, and a pair of striped green seersucker shorts.
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Kintsugi
Kintsugi is the process of mending broken pottery, usually with gold. It's meant to embrace the flaws and imperfections. Because of this, I was inspired to draw a character that…
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A New Life
I lay quietly now, like the hush during a funeral. Father stands lofty, towering over mother. Her halo darkened with each passing second.
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My View of the World
My current keeps the seagulls circling In my reflection they can look for food. Their wings ripple me with a simple touch.
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Onto the Next Life
“I’m sorry to ask but how many?” “All seven, I’m afraid.” The world around him turns to the brown, red, and yellows of dirt.
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Book of Ghosts
The book of change watches me rage as its pages turn of their own accord like a scornful clock endlessly ticking, sending me to the ground in a freefall of…
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You Zhi San
This piece is a depiction of a young girl with a traditional Chinese oil paper umbrella in southern China. As a Chinese-American visiting the home country of my parents, I…
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Aching Streets
The work is about language barriers/expectations I faced as an Indian American. The poem can be read three ways (the left side on its own, the right side on its…
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Longing
My blood runs brown, rich like the soil of a homeland I’ll never see. Yet I can taste the fruits of that farmland.
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Fragments
I’ve left so many fragments of myself Behind in the places I love That now I don’t have enough left To be in the place that I’m in
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Round and Round the Rounds
how would i ever start to talk about my brother's heart? once stark and shining, like the sun, too soon found all its beating done.
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shattered remains
i have spent my life under a rock not knowing what it means to live i’ve spent my life in solitude waiting for the moment when i wake up and…
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Why we need to break the bamboo ceiling
Imagine yourself passed up for promotion year after year. You think you’ve done everything right, from starting with an elite tier college degree to working hard day in and day…
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Feminine
If I wear my Father's shirt, do I become a boy? If I cut my hair short, do I cease to be Feminine? What is Femininity anyway? Must Femininity stand…
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Old
As I struggle with my identity as a Chinese-American who was born in an immigrant family, I often wonder what side of me is the "true" me. These thoughts were…
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Introspection in 5 Words
Among the roughly five-thousand universities in the United States, Stanford is arguably one of the most prestigious and coveted. It receives thousands of applications a year from some of the…
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A Hummingbird’s Colors
Family from generations ago, Traveling far to reach a place For a better life Just like a bird migrates in the spring,
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Masks
Everyone wears a mask We all put on a face We're so afraid they'll see right through See that something's out of place
