By Simone Kolysh TRIGGER WARNING: Graphic Violence Against Women. I don’t usually cry when I teach. If I do, it is because I am really...
By Jazlyn Andrews Have you ever felt so intrigued by a fictional character that you want to explore every facet of them until they...
By PK Read I was eight the first time I took conscious note of a racial epithet. The year was 1970, the speaker was a...
By Angela Kong “What’s your major?” They ask me. I pause. I always pause. I’ve never been the type to speak up in class....
By vanessa rose I’m not the girl of your dreams so please stop calling me that I’m not your pin-up fantasy Why is that the...
By Jade Pearl Frost When I first stepped foot onto Colorado College’s campus as a freshman, I was amazed by the beautiful landscape, the friendly...
By Dorie Holst A favorite quote of mine is (mis)attributed to national treasure Betty White, “Why do people say ‘grow some balls’ ? Balls are...
By Sarena Tien “It’s her fault that she got rained on” is tantamount to saying, “It’s her fault that she got raped.” Why? Look...
By Morgin Goldberg “What is that?” he asked me, pointing to my underwear. It was 11th grade and I was hooking up with my boyfriend...
By Asha Goldweber When I went in to Kaiser to have my cervix biopsied for the 13th time, I cried before the procedure started. I...
By Malia Nahinu A painful existence— Confusing messages, Spoken to us as children in anger From protective mothers, “DO NOT WALK ALONE AT NIGHT.” Dresses...
Male/Female He would cut into the belly of one, at the kitchen sink, Mother squabbling in the background, and he’d be up to...
By zing taiwo In college, reading the work of Black authors became a watering hole for me. I’d be huddled in the stacks of our college...
By Aisha Jitan Everyone should be a feminist. Tell me you are a believer of justice, true freedom, A believer in fundamental human rights....
By Sally Deskins “Not Everyone Gets to Be Pretty,” a photograph of the artist donning bloody, streaky red paint and a bulbous, red-and-pink hat,...
Ceremony of Innocence: a poem about a binary (the title and other lines in this poem respond to William Butler Yeats’ poem, “The Second...
By Jardana Peacock Trauma is everywhere. It lives in between the lines of the articles we scan on Facebook, in our interactions with others, in...
By Jordan Prochnow This semester’s mental breakdown is upon me. The other patrons on my Regional Transportation District bus look at me briefly, my...