"Miss America Protest" by Sarah Williams-Bryant, junior creative writing studies major
There is no doubt in my mind,
That I am a raging feminist.
If I had been alive in 1968,
I would have...
He likes my eyes
now that they do not hide
I blossomed
he says
like a flower in springtime
And all the wasted years
fall away like leaves
blushing red upon the...
How can I have pride when being who I am is wrong
Being shunned, beaten, abused and disowned
Only for having pride in who I am
A little voice in my head is telling me being proud is...
RED flushed his face and mine
when he kissed me, I flinched.
My hand grew heavier when he
held it.
I think his eyes were black but
I tried not to look.
I kept as much space between...
I am like a rosebush.
Beautiful from afar.
Blooms you want to see and smell forever.
But you get hurt if you get too close.
I fade quickly and easily;...
