I run through my field— Weeds longer than my Eyes can see above— Hiding the Path in which Life wants me to take— Hale—rooted in its Dream...

Taking its first breath it opened its eyes Little it knew it’ll reach its demise From small to big its changing size With no vocal cords...

Being the only Christian, Asian girl at a Jewish high school has broadened my definition of a community. Not only was there very little...