By Chidima Anekwe ’24 Editor-In-Chief Black is the nation which we delivered “Delivered us from evil” and arose From the water, cold water she shivered Her ancestors dance as the hot sun glows Singing and beating a drum, a rhythm My heart knows and pounds along beating red Bleeding red and she kisses the wound…
Category: Voices
The Next Best American Girl
By Anaiis Rios-Kasoga ’25 Editor-In-Chief The best American girl lives in a three-story house across the line that divides our towns in a city I used to try and call my own. She lives there with her brother he made varsity this year Her father is the best orthodontist for miles and their dog Marly…
Stop Looking at Me
By Anaiis Rios-Kasoga ’25 Editor-in-Chief Life steams up from under the streets rising in thick tendrils between grates along the sidewalk. Through the haze, I can just make out the shapeless faces of the mass that pushes against my body. They’re not real people. When I walk up 14th I’m supposed to pretend there is…
Our College Years: Love as a tool for Survival
The images in this photo essay chronicle the spring semester of 2021, the first semester back in person since the start of the COVID-19 Pandemic. Though we faced many challenges during that time as well as today navigating the stresses of the pandemic, through cultivating home away from home with each other, we were able…
Puppy Love
My first “I love you” filled the air when I was sixteen in the cold basement of a new model suburban home. The air emanating from the concrete walls was chilly because it was near Christmas or just past. I can’t quite remember now. I do remember the flush, the warmth shooting out from my…