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Rules to Live By, by Rich Giptar
1.) People aren’t going to like you. When you talk to people at school you’ll be so conscious of controlling your voice and body it’ll be...
teenbellemag
Jun 10, 20204 min read
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the moon and her dying earth, by Julia Ortiz
how do i tell my children that this is their inheritance? this knotted mess of anger tangled up in bones, no. i can’t watch them saddled...
teenbellemag
Jun 1, 20201 min read
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Peach Tree
She smells of earth and gathers honeyrain on cloudless afternoons Her skin breathes wet leaves on a brown bough Supple laughter falls...
teenbellemag
May 24, 20201 min read
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The Queerness of Water, by Phoebe Woofter
I love to submerge myself in water. Each breath lost underwater given with eager reverence. Each pang in my lungs, a prayer. As I drift,...
teenbellemag
May 19, 20201 min read
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the running joke, Sarosh Nandwani
in the family is that dad is mom’s third child. is that he can’t adequately function without her. is that he feels lost without her. is...
teenbellemag
May 16, 20201 min read
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haiku about the way women are compelled to bear more than they should, by Sarosh Nandwani
audacious woman, eclipsed among the louder, still demands a voice. and given only finite space to thrive into, she carves her orbit....
teenbellemag
May 11, 20201 min read
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He builds Walls with Words, by Phoebe Woofter
He carves shame into womanflesh Bits of blood and bone hang from notches in his belt He slides the snake stained scarlet from his hips...
teenbellemag
May 4, 20201 min read
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Essential, by Esme Fenn
I don’t know much but I know that a revolution is essential I see the fear, the hatred in my country’s eyes and I think it should be...
teenbellemag
May 1, 20201 min read
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hugs, by Sarosh Nandwani
when I made a formal complaint about the professor asking me for a hug / the professor telling young women that being minorities and...
teenbellemag
Apr 28, 20201 min read
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Womxn, I hear you, by Suhana Simran
Womxn, I hear you. Clenched fists heavy with gold, pounding and thumping and cracking up the wall without windows. Gasps and whispers and...
teenbellemag
Apr 18, 20202 min read
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When You Become a Barbie Girl, by Julianna May
Unbend my plastic legs, they melted together in the heat of my nakedness or from the friction of a fight. Your eyes began to undress me...
teenbellemag
Apr 1, 20201 min read
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Six-Word Stories From the Plague, by Greta Gibson
I hate to see you cry. Lots to do. Lots of time. “How are you?” My dumbest question. A cough is a small earthquake. What do you need from...
teenbellemag
Mar 26, 20201 min read
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Metronome, by Julianna May
I don’t remember becoming obsessed with the passage of time personifying Death’s scythe like Donne or Spenser even my students are...
teenbellemag
Mar 24, 20201 min read
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Ruby, by Priya Verma
I recently met Ruby, a prostitute working in the hidden corners of Chandni Chowk, Delhi. Ruby had a small room, which she called home....
teenbellemag
Aug 31, 20191 min read
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Misalign, by Keana Aguila Labra
Malignant growths are unmanageable, it cracks below the surface and my hands spiral out of control we’ll fill in the flaws with silence....
teenbellemag
Aug 10, 20191 min read
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This is Why, by Keana Aguila Labra
From Aracelis Girma’s ‘Jacaranda’: She said, “but tell me a story that did not begin with love.” This is why my hands were clean before...
teenbellemag
Jul 28, 20191 min read
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The Lucky One, by Priya Verma
Walking through the chaotic lanes, I twice checked all the deeds to be executed. Mutton for the kitchen, and a kurta for Abba, along with...
teenbellemag
Jul 27, 20191 min read
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Broken,by Keana Aguila Labra
Constants don’t change as it is implied in its name but what of it if my constant is you, with the distance in your eyes shaded by lips...
teenbellemag
Jul 17, 20191 min read
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Lullaby
Stupid pathetic fallacy, Was singing Along with me, Not knowing That I forgot How to write. Stupid pathetic fallacy Danced & sang along...
teenbellemag
May 28, 20191 min read
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Dear society
Dear society, I don’t hate your son. It’s just that you painted my room pink while he had a taste for it. It’s just that I would like you...
teenbellemag
May 28, 20191 min read
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