Tag: poem
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Laurier Brantford students choose cookies or cocoa
Golden Hawks share which treat they would choose to last a lifetime ‘Twas a chilly morning on the Laurier Brantford streets, When students were asked to pick between two treats. Either having…
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An Ode to the Bathroom Floor
A love letter to the bathroom floor. The under appreciated, reliable friend we see everyday Blue, white, tan tiles of porcelain, soak up the grime of curtains left open, of sinks left…
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Ghazal
Its doors shudder open like the jaws of a creature yawning and swallow me whole – the bus — as I step over the crater where rain loves to pool, between sidewalk…
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Codependent
Serena Anagbe / Photo EditorTwo girls, one leaning on the other. As I wake up, I look to my left and see the sight of beauty I stroke her hair tenderly, and the…
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A Miracle Before Christmas
Olga Steblyk / Sputnik Photography Thando Bhebhe / Lead Infinitum Writer Thando Bhebhe / Lead Infinitum Writer I The Night Before Christmas I don’t know what to feel anymore.I feel like I’ve…
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I Am Mine
Bachir Miloudi / Sputnik PhotographyA girl hugging herself. My body is in a constant fight just to stay afloat, but it does. It is mine. “Eat vegan,” or “skip gluten,” they say, because it…
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Begin Again
Serena Anagbe / Photo Editor I’m at the beginning, where later I will begin again. Every time I die, I will begin again. A guard wakes me, brings me in, shows me the statue…
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Blood for blood
Serena Anagbe / Photo EditorA sunset by a house. There’s a story of a father. A father and his sons His sons ran to their friends. Their friends told them what happened. …
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Venom
Serena Anagbe / Photo Editor Death is our beginning, Life is a ticking star Fading away Leading astray Time won’t change for me Time won’t change for youPlease lead me to theStreet where…
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Say It
Olga Steblyk / Sputnik PhotographyAn empty room. I loved them From the time they said “hi” But they never loved me back I thought it would be okay Cause eventually they would love me…
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Cup of Coffee
Serena Anagbe / Photo EditorA cup of coffee. You’ve been gone for too long Left me listening to love songs Wishing my heart wasn’t aching Breaking Slowly Piece by piece Wishing we were under the sheets It was just…
