By Arianna Kyriacou you always expected me to immediately get on my knees for you you are not something to be worshipped you are not a...

By Ana Leal There is nothing magical about an old mattress on the side of the road, lumpy and tainted. But when I was growing up, my...

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By Munara Muhetaer “Don’t worry,” she said. “You can use my phone to call an Uber home later.” I barely knew her, but she meant it as a...

By Eduard Tatomir The phone rang from across the room, 15 — no 1500 — yards away. It was vibrating off the hook, shaking the house. I...

By Eduard Tatomir There are two ways I use my car — when I have somewhere I need to go, and when I don’t. I find the latter to be more...

By Don Qarlo Bernardino The Romance genre is often accompanied by gendered assumptions that deem its narratives as vapid, cliché and...

By Christina Flores-Chan You wrote a verse about the summer we spent together I hate the way I recognized myself in your lyrics Hearing...

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By Apurba Roy A question for all men: What can women do so that you don’t rape us? Content warning: rape, sexual harassment We take...

By Mariana Schuetze The first time I heard Taylor Swift’s folklore, it sounded like a movie in my head. While listening, I caught on to a...

By Sarah Perlmutter The pieces of a puzzle I gave up on last month, waiting on my living room couch. I know you ‘cause I saw you sneak a...

By: Subhanghi Anandarajah The odd one out — That’s who I always thought I was. Back then, I wanted to live like a princess, Believing...

By: Subhanghi Anandarajah Image courtesy of Pexels You await the time the leaves will fall, Marking the path with colour where they land....

By: Subhanghi Anandarajah You can't break me. Come on and give it a try! You can use that hammer all you want, But I'm as sturdy as a...

By: Vanessa Nim Image courtesy of Pexels My father’s thoughts // encrypted, buried by the monolithic lisp...

By: Mahirah Syed Content Warning: This article includes mentions of sexual assault You urge me to fight back against those who had and...

By: Molly Cole Content Warning: This piece contains mentions of suicidal thoughts and sexual assault Photo via Pexels I am sitting in a...

By Apurba Roy Movies can leave a big impact on us. They teach us lessons that can change our perceptions about life, love and politics,...

By Lizzy Rosenberg I feel sympathy for anyone trudging through the ongoing pandemic with a living grandparent. To be honest, I feel bad...

By Manuela Vega An illogical, reverberating voice in my head begged me to say something; do something; be something — even if it took...

By: Rosie Leonard 10. Heard It In A Past Life - Maggie Rogers (2019) If anyone knows how to write an empowering anthem, it’s Maggie...

By: Ruby Asgedome I’m 19 years old, five-foot-six and I have naturally curly hair that’s coloured brown with blond tips. I have brown...

By Didhiti Kandel A slave to your words is what you’ve made me. Leering, your eyes, watch me while you drink your afternoon tea. You...

By Chloé Rose Whitmore Featured in our fall 2019 issue A few days after my 24th birthday, I moved in with my boyfriend. Having been...

By Mahirah Syed Featured in our fall 2019 issue Trigger warning: self-harm and suicidality “Julia doesn’t think you’re okay,” said the...

By Kiarra Swaby Featured in our fall 2019 issue Trigger warning: sexual assault Dear Kiarra, It has been a year since that moment changed...

By Dararrtu Abdullahi Featured in our fall 2019 issue I sit on the floor of the mosque with my hijab covering my tightly curled hair. We...

By Emily Peotto Featured in our fall 2019 issue The veins of my grandmother’s hands were stark blue against her pale skin. Her hair was...

Yasmeen explores new meanings of womanhood in the new Aladdin remake— something Disney princesses have never seen before..

By Cheyenne Bholla Featured in our fall 2019 issue I’ve had a long journey with my hair. When I was younger, I idolized girls in my...

How white feminism is exclusionary and why white women need to take accountability.

By Natalie Michie Featured in our fall 2019 issue I don’t shave my pubic hair. Although I say that now with confidence and even pride, I...

Herminia Chow opens up about her life-changing experience after being hit by a car.

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By Jordan Currie Funny how monsters can keep praying on the bodies of the young and beautiful in exchange for spotlights (or, in exchange...

My name is Jada Muirhead. I am 10 years old, and live in Connecticut, U.S.A. I was given a writing assignment in class and my teacher...

By Jordan Currie And so it seems that violation only brings out her titles case after case after case daughter mother sister wife She...

By Maddy Hillis Part 1: Mothballs (January) The therapist’s office smelled like mothballs and cheap lavender candles. I sat on the worn...

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By Raizel Harjosubroto It was during a subway ride when I realized how little space I’ve trained myself to take. The man sitting across...

By Sam Di Benedetto I. The boy who destroyed me The monotone of his voice made me cry. His words were empty and grey, but his eyes were a...

By Dhriti Gupta As a second generation Indian-Canadian, I often find myself struggling to strike a balance between my personal and...

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By Emily Peotto Dr. Christine Blasey Ford, stone-faced and fiercely intelligent, stands in front of the Senate Judiciary Committee. Her...

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