Humanity
How I ran away to America at 16 but got detained, institutionalised & trapped in the system for months
I dragged my suitcase along a lengthy dark street a little after 5AM. The vicious bark of a dog suddenly filled the air. My heart pounded loudly in my chest. Taking a deep breath, I felt comforted by the wired fence that separated us and I continued ahead. This was it. I’m going. I don’t care. It was September 7th 2009. I was sixteen years old.
By Life5 years ago in Confessions
My first Publish Here
May 15, 2036: Its been 17 years since the global impact. A new world, although, personally, I’d experienced the new millenniac’s in 1999? This was different, a pandemic of millennial demand!? Corona virus or Covid19, that’s how they announced it in 2019. I had heard so many accounts of what it was, that I started to disbelieve the news. (Let me tell you, I watched news regularly until then.) But they went to the worst, it became so big, and so viral, they had to chose. And “Wipe Out” was a small part of our current exhile that I am standing in. It’s 2036.
By Melanie Jock5 years ago in Confessions
As a Black Woman, I am Horrified by Canada's Residential Schools
I didn’t understand the land acknowledgments. At a live show. At a school event. At Fan Expo. When I first heard speakers take a moment to acknowledge the Indigenous groups who occupied Toronto, I thought it was an act of vanity.
By Shamona Pretz5 years ago in Confessions
Parents should know about Monthly Child Tax Credit Payments start in July
The child tax credit or CTC is a kind of tax benefit provided to parents with dependent children. Governments of various countries provide this benefit to their citizens. The tax benefit or credit usually depends on the number of children relying on a taxpayer. This benefit sometimes is also considered based on the income level of a taxpayer.
By Delhi Magazines5 years ago in Confessions
Blank Canvas 2
Thoughts racing through my mind as swifts as a breeze dancing through a field of lilies as the sun highlights the stage. I’m frozen in amazement watching the uninformed dance of flowers as is draws me closer to my scape. I close my eyes to feel the breeze run across my faces as the melody elevates the path to endless peace within every stroke of my canvas.
By chocolate Forbidden Fruit 5 years ago in Confessions
All The Selves I Would Share
*Author’s Note* The grammatical errors in this piece of writing are intentional, it reflects the speed at which thoughts whip through my mind especially when my thyroid levels are too high and I’m in a state of being hyperthyroid. It flows better if read out loud.
By Imaan W5 years ago in Confessions
My Mom Was A Makeshift Firefighter
As I’m sitting here reminiscing about these days in June. I think about some of the memories that I have in June, and one of those memories is one that I haven’t thought about extensively for a long time. When a very serious event happened in the summer of 2013.
By Samantha Parrish5 years ago in Confessions
Matter to Me
Can you see and hear clearly? I did not for 18 years of my life and the truth of it came to me slowly but surely crushed my sense of self. Although, I was lucky to be alive and even far from living. I am grateful for the struggles of my past because they left me empty and open to change. At this point, I knew I wasn’t the only one suffering, but I desperately wanted to be okay. I started to lose control of my two-faced secrets and image management. My college experience was disastrous and that meant a lot to someone like me. I realized that I really needed to transfigure my ugly insides that were seeping out into the world. A little bit of willingness and a whole lot of brokenness motivated me to spend more energy to become self-aware and do things differently. I fought 15 years through the symptoms and stigma of mental illness before I gave up my way of life. I was a worker, a student, a daughter, and a friend that desperately needed help. My environment didn’t show me support, but that’s okay because I became stronger and more confident from practicing bravery. I handled it with my best shot at love and light, and I feel more than okay now. I never want anyone to feel as alone and misunderstood as I did. Everyone could use a helping hand, so I’m working to create a site that is exactly that and then some.
By Juliette Garcia5 years ago in Confessions
Lover’s Lips
Lovers Lips The sounds from a lover’s lips wept with tragedy run dry. They are longing to be loved again. Can anyone feel their pain? Sleepless nights a lover’s quarrel carried upon them a near ending of one's attempts living in a Petri dish size world, trying to break free of this ever so filled make believe mimes box.
By Corinne Del Cid5 years ago in Confessions
