My face becomes a Picasso sketch, my body slicing into pieces.

I wish America would stop judging and criticizing teens and instead, try to understand the battles they have to fight every day.

They yell at me because I can't see what they see. Nobody can explain to me why my eyes work different than theirs.

My face becomes a Picasso sketch, my body slicing into pieces.

I don't just use yarn from a store. I buy old sweaters from consignment shops. The older the better, and unravel them. There are countries of women in this scarf/shawl/blanket. Soon it will be big enough to keep me warm.

The constitution does not recognize different classes of citizenship based on time spent living in the country. I am a citizen, with the same rights as your son, or you. As a citizen, and as a student, I am protesting the tone of this lesson as racist, intolerant, and xenophobic.

Oppressive bastards, think they own the place. I told them that karma's going to kick their asses.