My Father, My Homeboy by Randy Chavez

My Father, My Homeboy by Randy Chavez

My father, my homeboy. I look up to him. At age 9, he lost his father. And had to go to work to help support his two sisters, seven brothers and his mother. By eleventh grade he had to drop out to work fulltime and then some. Two jobs. One of his paychecks went to his...
I Am Not Easily Labeled by Jenny Cajas

I Am Not Easily Labeled by Jenny Cajas

I am not easily labeled I wonder why things are the way they are I hear people mocking me I see those who said they cared turn away I want to be a better version of me I am not easily labeled I pretend to be full of smiles, but I am not full of life I see the weight...
La Vida de los Buses By Tyanni Gomez

La Vida de los Buses By Tyanni Gomez

Monday. 5:25 a.m. My alarm sounds. My body says, “Two more minutes.” My head says, “Get up or you’ll be late.” My dad drives me to school on Tuesdays and Thursdays so I can make my 8 o’clock class on time. But on Mondays and Wednesdays I take the bus. And all four...