Elementia identity


All Things Terribly Lovely

By Hannah Holliday

When you asked me who I thought you were and I didn’t have an answer, I was worried. Why does my brain not instantly generate poetry when I think about how beautiful you are? Now that I have an answer I am terrified.


By Samiya Rasheed

My mother mourns leaving her own country so deeply it runs through her veins into mine. Bangladesh is what she knows and what she loves. She spends her time showing me her culture: spinning through dances, running through poetry, and wading through history.

Coconut Kid

By Neha Sridhar

Giggling, Aditi grabs my hand and twirls me along as her ghagra’s elaborate mirror embroidery catches in colorful lighting.

To Mom: Inspired by Ocean Vuong’s Poem “A Letter to My Mother That She Will Never Read”

By Katie Stanos

But you need it, you said. I thought you wanted to be beautiful. I slammed my hands on the wheel of your Land Rover and pulled over to the side of the road near the big houses with green lawns and trampolines, Norfolk Way.

Where I’m From

By Emme Mackenzie

I am from the expressions of my people flattened nose and slits for eyes leathery skin and cricks in my back each feature of mine a reflection of my family heritage


By Annie Barry

Embers in my hair, black dust getting to my lungs. Red, yellow, purple, blue fire in front of me, behind me, beside me. Above and below me. Within me.


By Hiba Faruqi

From the moment a screaming woman thrusts us into the world, Soft, bloody heads first. We begin to deteriorate. For some, that occurs at a faster pace than others.

Your Baby

By Saadia Siddiqua

who cares about that umbilical cord when it doesn’t stop you from hurting me you say I’m part of you but I feel you don’t love every part of me let’s go through my childhood book of memories earliest one my neck falling backwards self-esteem being not lifted high enough after once curls popped ou

Behind the Glass

By Olivia Danner

It’s 10 pm on a cold-for-California winter night, and there’s nothing I want to do more than to leave the ice cream shop. I drag the mop along the floor behind me, letting its weight act as an excuse for my lack of movement.

Goosebumps and Gummy Bears

By Gillian Knaebel

I am from hard worn leather beneath my feet. Watching my second home from my favorite place, 4 feet above the ground. From sounds of gymnastics filling my ears to a layer of chalk and sweat that coats everything from my legs to the inside of my throat It chokes me and tastes thick, and starchy wi

Plight of the Introvert

By Kayla Doubrava

Typing the conclusion of my English essay, in a loud, dimly lit coffee shop, I peer over my laptop screen and see the type of girl you only see in pictures.

Being Cosmic Dancers: because what else would we be?

By Jaden Gragg

We live on our floating planet, this hunk, this rock, we are so small. 


By Margie Delich

When you look into a window What do you see?

A face staring back at you, As happy as can be

You ask the face a question Why do you smile so much?

The face laughs, Ha! Ha! I locked you out of the house.

Fitting In

By Lucas Throckmorton

I wanted to be like everyone else, Smart, funny, cool. But when do things cross the line, From funny to mean, Or even me to them?

But recently, It grew harder not to cross the line.  Harder to fit in.

From Dusk Till Dawn

By Brooke Shippee

From dusk till dawn  I search,

I look From town to town,

This person I am told can give A smile for every frown.

Up and down These hills I look I never seem to find

That person I am looking for, Who is loving and so kind.


By Morgan Shaffer

Look into my face and my eyes will  More than that I’ll make you I’ll slash and I’ll and cut another hole in your mask. And go around and make you scream. Then I’ll make you jump. And then you’ll trip over a bump. Then you’ll turn around. pull off my mask. But it's stuck. I guess it's real, Big d


By Morgan Shaffer

She uncovers her eyes She’s dying inside. She’s starving from anticipation. So much food wasted. She paces the floor and drinks another glass of water. She’s hardcore. Her skin is tight. She’s starting to show, Sides of herself we’ve never seen before. She falls to the ground and no one hears a s

Bitter is Perfect

By Brooke Shippee

Bitter is the sound of hearing rejection two weeks before the Prom, of hearing you’ll expire within months, of hearing the sickening squeal of tires beneath the floorboards in your car.

Still Stand–Stand Still

By Brittany Frazier

What happens when you’re at a stand still in life? high school seemed to go by fast – and now you’re left with memories. Whether you were the individualist, the beautiful person, the jock, the punk rocker, or the nerd, in the end you’re not concerned with what the next person said or heard. You’r

If I Were a Star

By Kelly Morillo

If I were a star I would touch the evening sky. If I were a star I would be brighter than the others.

If I were the moon I would say good night to you when you go to sleep at night. If I were the moon I would shine brighter than the sun.

I Wonder...

By Shawna Morris

I wonder if there is going to be another war I wonder why people like me I wonder how my uncle died

I wonder what I am going to look like when I’m older I wonder why people are mean I wonder if I will ever have kids

Delightful Lies

By Shawna Morris

I wish I were not so perfect! I am so perfect; when the wind is blowing 100 miles an hour, not one hair raises. My clothes do not have one wrinkle throughout the day. (my clothes are as smooth as silk) I have never spilled anything on me in my entire life, and have always used a knife and fork. I

Luck of the Draw

By Zoë Christianson

Stand up if you have a religion Keep standing if your parents gave it you Keep standing if you would never consider another Because you were born and raised this way


By JDC Resident

I wonder... I sit in my cell and wonder where will I be when this is all over? will there be something waiting for me on the other side of the door? Will the world have changed? Or will it all be the same?


By Josiah Jackson

Condemned by them Isolation Controlled by them Aggravation Freedom lost Twice the cost

I am on probation

Scarlet Hall

By Jaden Gragg

Hearing the phantom calls of the organ, And the soft murmur of the church choir, Awakened from sleep with a feeling she couldn’t describe, She got out of bed and followed it outside. A careful mist lay over her small town, a light shield of protection. On the rusted train tracks she walked, Each

Never a Child

By Zoë Christianson

A class clown attempted murder today. A mother’s little boy, a child’s best friend, a teacher’s beloved terror, stood over the monster who raised his freckly faced son like the animal he’d become, clutching a knife.


By Delaney Herman

I’m torn between two worlds One where I’m accepted from what I’ve become And another where I’m hated for who I’ve been. Each day I walk the line between the worlds Trying to keep each other apart But I know one day I will fail And the two worlds will collide.

See Through Glass Bowl

By Keegan Conrad

 All the things inside of me, swimming in my soul, Show on the outside, like a see through glass bowl,  My clothes are colorful with a comfy fit,  Showing my humor, style, and wit,  My athleticism is shown also by my clothes,  Basketball shorts and all,  But the most important trait of me,  Shown

Inside Out

By Rachel Pedichio

Sometimes things are not the way they seem Say an M&M for instance, its candy coated on the outside But chocolate in the inside. Some say they are lonely in the inside But so busy out there. Some look in the mirror and see a whole new person Some try to hide their true identity as if some aut