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by PAJAH WILLIAMS Staff writer Weight shifts from one foot to the other
Palms moisten Invisible beads of sweat seem to drench your entire t-shirt. Knees shivering with weakness Wandering eyes because you don’t know where to direct your gaze Stuttering speech You’ve been caught off guard with spontaneous human interaction. Body tense, a natural response to the persistent fear of being scrutinized Mind never ceases to assume the worst Humiliation, shame, guilt, embarrassment You’re such an embarrassment. You embarrass yourself more and more each day. Every step you take. Every moment of eye contact. Everything you do. It is irrefutable truth that you are physically and socially awkward. Don’t say that. Don’t speak. Don’t think that. Don’t forget to breath. Ah, inhale. Exhale – wait what was the question? “Your name, sir?” Alas, your mind morphs into a vague tunnel of blackness. Silence. - - - “It’s-I-hi.” Palm to face
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by JESSICA HOLLAN
Staff writer I took the long way to my building today It was cold outside I had no jacket with me And by the time I reached my room my fingers were numb But today I walked I walked for all those who will never walk again I walked for those who are too afraid to walk their streets I walked because I am safe And I am blessed And I need not fear terror in my small town So today I walked I walked for Paris For Japan For Korea For Mexico For Lebanon For everyone who fears their streets Today I walked It was quiet on my walk It was peaceful on my walk It was safe on my walk On my walk I knew that I will never experience the pain those who are terrorized will feel So today I walked slower Because I am lucky Because I am safe Because I take my walk for granted Over 1000 people died yesterday Over 1000 people who will never walk Today I did not walk for me Today I walked for them by NICOLE BEARD
Staff writer You and I spiral Gliding and sailing Dancing descend On a gust A ripple A whim Brushing and creating friction You and I falling Shoving me away with a will unnatural and callous Holes have been chewed into the face of me And devouring what you want Unpunished Fresh and supple when we started My warty underside becomes food, but never satisfies thy hunger Now you are ravenous, are you not More and more you take, less and less I give Crushed and disregarded I'm lost among the faceless by NICOLE BEARD
Staff writer A bird caged Is a flight unflown Icarus doth fly too close But what of those that fly not at all Paralyzed by sharp tongues and iron-bent hands They sit Though unrestricted Nothing stands in their way Yet they remain dormant Dashed of fear and freedom Still they drown in their stagnation by RAKAN ALZEER translated by NICOLE BEARD
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