By Andrew Waterhouse

It takes a dangerous virus and a global pandemic to wake the city to its own filth.

By Muhammad Elbadri
My silky is my cape, my kryptonite, and my truth—it is a mask that defies your judgment and the key that unlocks my identity.

By Pin Yuan Zhu Lee

Here I am—unable to attend any of my dream universities—not because of my qualifications, but because of the luxury cost my family and I can’t afford.

By Valerie Conklin

“What’s it like speaking to poetry? How do you put your feelings into words so well, that anyone who reads them can feel the same?”

By Daria Dmitrochenko

All the parts of the fabric they were made of, I was made of.

By Mia Gindis

Why is it that, at a moment when we should be bonding together to defeat a common enemy, many are instead choosing to paint one another as the enemy?

By Rebecca Newell

I find that the breadth of the ego and fear of retribution stay with you. Even if I leave this place, the burden will still remain.

By Eduardo Esteves

… As eras change, the figures we idolize morph into something new that, without knowing, we continue to unreasonably venerate—in this instance, technology and celebrities.

By Isabella Lopez

It truly is the worst feeling, watching someone you have known since you were brought into this world, die slowly.