Words of Wisdom. Pure truth, pure passion, pure emotion, and pure soul in the form of written verses.
The Coral Reef is a Graveyard
Lauren goulette
The Coral Reef Is A Graveyard The coral reef is a graveyard, swirling in saltwater puddle the dwindling whirlpool, a mockery of blue taffy candy, and floating bottle caps The rivers are painted yellow-brown, a brush of sulfur dioxide seething muddling, rotten mess, that heaves from the chest of concrete swimming with vacuum cleaners and plastic bags...
An Ocean of Burqas
Priyasha chakravarti
Wrapped in a burqa silently in the corner of a decrepit bus, I embrace the nostalgic tune that begins my daydream. The tune creates images of the sea and its powerful stream. My heart swells at the sight of the waves that protect us. An ocean of burqas on board beguiling ships, Singing their hearts out to the fearless seas. Underneath the burqas, the expression of joy, And the jubilation that comes with the tune eventually slips...
Little Black Dress
Sophie guo
Little black dress, So darling at first. You hugged the slopes of my body, Redefining my inches of worth, You complemented my identity. Little black dress, My golden star. You were a piece of eye candy, Tender and sweet, Dilating accounts of misattributed prestige, A mesmerizing spotlight. But you started to fray at your seams, Little black dress...
POETS
Ribbon on a Gift: Eating Disorders in the Modeling Industry and How It Impacts Youth
The poem “Ribbon on a Gift” tells about the harsh treatment and hardships faced by models in the modelling industry behind every perfectly photoshopped picture on the internet. It speaks up about eating disorders and how body stereotyping affects the youth to believe that there is only one way of being beautiful.
LITTLE BLACK DRESS. By Sophie Guo.
“Little Black Dress” is an original poem that connects and addresses prevalent issues in our society such as body image, insecurity, consumerism culture, fast fashion, and the exploitation of workers and children.
THE CORAL REEF IS A GRAVEYARD.
Read this original poem by Lauren Goulette focusing on effects of climate issues and pollution, indigenous communities, and the Water is Life Movement. Attached at the bottom are resources to donate to indigenous communities!
Artwork by Zenerations artist, Lindsay.
THE PUBLIC. By Prathami.
A poem by Prathami
Faintly glow the curtains,
Under half-moon light.
My enemy! Me enemy!
TAKE ME IN. By Trisha Beher.
“And as my toes, once covered in a brown sugar like consistency, slowly find the waves, I start to wade in faster, as my body begins to cave, The second I find the riptide, I feel a small glimmer of eternal happiness,
It is a beautiful thing for the greatest force on the universe, to finally consume you completely, as you bask in its fatal magnificence.”
KAYLAH HOLMES. Creating a Seat at the Table.
ARTICLE WRITTEN BY KAYLAH HOLMES Kaylah Holmes is a junior in high school that has devoted her high school career to representation for women, POC, and LGBTQ+ groups. She started her school’s first youth neuroscience society, and was inaugurated as the future co-president of the gender equality movement. Outside of school she works at theContinue reading “KAYLAH HOLMES. Creating a Seat at the Table.”
NO BARRIERS. The Marvelous Works of a Deaf Poet.
In honor of Deaf Awareness Week, Zenerations is featuring Annika Barnard, a deaf poet that is the owner of No Barriers Poetry on Instagram. Read two of her poems, “Love Languages” and “With a Capital D” here.
TO BE CALLED BEAUTIFUL
An Original Poem by Saira Uttamchandani.
“Why can’t tan skin, the melanin peeking through our cells. hair as black as the night, chocolate brown eyes, and a natural, healthy body, be considered beautiful? Why do some women have to change who they are, to meet a standard of sculpted beauty that destroys and dehumanizes them? Why aren’t we viewed as beautiful just the way we are?”
THE GARDEN
A POEM BY BELLA FAULK
“this shouldn’t be our reality. there are crowds around me, desperate shouts pleading for prevention of preventable death, for the chance to bloom. these are voices for the voiceless. this is the new generation of spoken rebellion.”
AN OCEAN OF BURQAS. By Priyasha Chakravarti.
“Visions of the ocean blurs in and out of focus,
As the beautiful tune is finally broken.
The ocean of burqas spill out- they see the end,
As the beautiful song they sing is soon silenced.”
