Dreamers

Publié no picture KomalSamrow

no picture KomalSamrow
Inscrit le 27 juillet 2017
  • 14 Articles
  • Age 15

The mind of a fourth grader isn’t what one would call complex.I mean come on, at that point we’d done five years of Spanish and still couldn’t speak beyond “hello” or “it’s sunny” but it’s funny -You’d think they’d understand at least the english escaping their lips, that they’d have a hold on the language they’ve been raised on...- and yet it too is spoken in weathered fragments, seemingly impossible to piece together.You’d think that a fourth grader would see some daily familiar unfamiliarity...


You were never a burden

Publié no picture KomalSamrow

no picture KomalSamrow
Inscrit le 27 juillet 2017
  • 14 Articles
  • Age 15

When this past October 10th rolled around, Mental Health Awareness day had my social media feeds flooding with posts, tweets, quotes. Inspirational, satirical, and everything in between. Poking fun at a society that stigmatizes it's own people improving their mental health, and moving people to stand against the status quo and eliminate those constraints. I'm not going to lie - it got repetitive. Over and over again, the same message in different words. Every repost, retweet, monotonous repetiti...


Purpose Challenge

Publié no picture KomalSamrow

no picture KomalSamrow
Inscrit le 27 juillet 2017
  • 14 Articles
  • Age 15

Every once in a while, it hits me like a ton of bricks. That feeling, sensation, realization that half the words coming out of my mouth are complete garbage. Okay. Maybe a bit of an exaggeration. But definitely unnecessary. You see, when I was little, I would talk from sunrise to sunset - day and night, non stop blabbing. From what my mom says about raising me, I can infer that I annoyed the living crap out of her as a child. But I was only talking, right? I wasn't even saying worth listening t...


My body is not your bed

Publié no picture KomalSamrow

no picture KomalSamrow
Inscrit le 27 juillet 2017
  • 14 Articles
  • Age 15

need I remind youthat my heart is still beatingthat my brain is still workingthat I am very much livingbecause last time I checkedI'm not an empty body for you to play withnor a doll to abuse without consequencebut I am a girlraised in place where I mustn't dare speak upfor all the "me too's" in the world are countered by"whores!" and "slut!"I suppose speaking means that there's something wrong in our makeupsome wiring malfunction in our machinerybut tell meif you need to hold down your loverand...


I’m Not a Jar to Label

Publié no picture KomalSamrow

no picture KomalSamrow
Inscrit le 27 juillet 2017
  • 14 Articles
  • Age 15

I've spent virtually every day of my life lumped into some sort of group. Kid. Nerd. Artist. Writer. Seems pretty harmless. Right? Well, I wasn't finished.Indian. Freak. Outsider. Terrorist. Still harmless? I don't think so (don't worry, I'll get back to that last one).People saw a few of my drawings and said - "oh, she's an artist." They read a few of my essays and presumed - "she's definitely a writer." They saw a few of my test grades and thought - "she must be a genius." People saw the color...


The Wait Is Over

Publié no picture KomalSamrow

no picture KomalSamrow
Inscrit le 27 juillet 2017
  • 14 Articles
  • Age 15

I remember the sharp static on the PA as the lady came on the school announcements. "We are having a lockout. This is not a drill." I remember the shivers running down our spines as we sat huddled on the 'magic carpet.' I remember my mind racing in a million directions as to what could be going on. It was never not a drill. We had no idea what was going on, I remember a few children even cried. I remember our teacher scrolling through her phone, looking for any news updates. Her eyes widened in...


I'd Like To Pretend

Publié no picture KomalSamrow

no picture KomalSamrow
Inscrit le 27 juillet 2017
  • 14 Articles
  • Age 15

I'd like to pretend that our world was a havenkindness and and compassion ruling the landno pain or sufferingno sorrow at someone else's handI'd like to imagine an earthwithout toil wearing it awaybirds singing in the crisp spring breezetheir fledglings in flight by MayShould I dare dream a daywhen tears are no longer shedanguish is but a distant memoryand the starving poor are fedCan I wish for a timewhere appearance is not all one seeswhen one pulls back facadesand tries to look beneathI'd lik...


Why Don't We Have Equality Yet?

Publié no picture KomalSamrow

no picture KomalSamrow
Inscrit le 27 juillet 2017
  • 14 Articles
  • Age 15

It's a tough question, isn't it? The reasons go back centuries, don't they? The work of our ancestors since the beginning of humanity. They laid down the framework for the utterly insufferable race to follow. But it's been well over 2 million years since the first humans came to be. So why haven't gotten past their ancient views? Why are we still rooted in our old ways?Why don't we have equality yet?Last year in the middle of an average social studies class, I was just about to doze off when my...


Time: The Uncatchable Thief

Publié no picture KomalSamrow

no picture KomalSamrow
Inscrit le 27 juillet 2017
  • 14 Articles
  • Age 15

Have you ever wondered where the time went? How just yesterday you were playing in your preschool playground and now you're making your way through high school?Strange, Isn't it?Why does time never seem to slow? Why does it only speed, faster and faster until we hit our final stop in the journey that is life? I think that sometimes the journey is so long that we often worry about the road ahead, as opposed to focusing on what is in front of us. That's why sometimes we miss a chance to look at th...


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