"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;...