A stranger stares back at me when I look at the mirror. A scar I don’t recognize. Yet I know very well. A stranger looks back at me as I was up and stare at the mirror.

Lesley-Ann Brown 28/12/2023 Lesley-Ann Brown 28/12/2023

She is gone now

The sight of flour on skin, age spots form an archipelago across your arms. a clutter of dusty pictures and rosaries under your bed.

Rina Malagayo Alluri 28/12/2023 Rina Malagayo Alluri 28/12/2023

The tears you cry to control me

The privilege that comes with your identity or absence of melanin is the same shade as the tears you cry to control me

Denise 28/12/2023 Denise 28/12/2023

being a girl is a wasteland

I like being a girl But sometimes at night I try to remember what it was like To breathe without weight on my chest

Hannah 28/12/2023 Hannah 28/12/2023

Miles in my skin

These are mine – they are the breadth of the world and the length of my life.

Amaya Branche 28/12/2023 Amaya Branche 28/12/2023

“we’re not alone”

Pippa Hill 28/12/2023 Pippa Hill 28/12/2023

Making Up With the Sun