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Dead History

By Zoe Bredeson, Contributor

November 20, 2019

My language is dead history Constantly singing in mourning listening to my grandma taking flight longing to understand the way my mouth does jasmine rice I parrot con thương bà nội but cannot hope to understand what she says bac...

Banana

By Zoe Bredeson, Contributor

October 25, 2019

There may be some derogatory racial terms included in this poem but due to saving the artist’s voice and emphasis, we decided to leave them in this piece of art.   I’m a banana because I’m yellow on the outside but ...

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