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Do you shop at Primark, H&M, Forever 21 or Zara? Do you think about where these clothes come from, or who makes them? Well, maybe you should start thinking about where your clothes come from because it is very important. The clothes from these big chain stores often come from factories outside of the United States and are made by workers who are underpaid and overworked. According to the documentary “The True Cost,” one in six people work in the global fashion industry, a majority being women, and earn less than $3 a day. 
 Today’s consumers live in a world of fast fashion. Merriam Webster dictionary defines fast fashion as the creation and marketing of fashion trends that are made cheaply and quickly available to customers. In other words, cute clothes that won’t last long. Huffington Post reports that the average person keeps their clothes for only 35 days. 
Fast fashion is not good because it leads people to throwing away a lot of their clothes because they are no longer in style or were damaged quickly. In fact, in 2016, the Huffington Post reported that the average American tosses out 81 pounds of clothing each year.
 Young people need to realize that fast fashion is harming the environment by being the second biggest polluter of clean water, according to Huffington Post. They also say, “The global cotton industry uses more pesticides than any other crop in the world.” This is something young people need to worry about so that we can change this in the future and stop harming the environment. 
When you’re out shopping, remember that stores like H&M and Primark have sustainable clothing lines. According to an article on Marie Claire, “H&M’s Conscious collection uses recycled products.” Once you no longer find your clothes “fashionable,” don’t throw them away—instead, consider donating them instead to places such as Rosie’s Place, Boomerangs, and the Goodwill Store. 

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The Voices

The anger inside me bubbles like my niece. 
The voices inside my head will always speak. 
Lead, please lead the way. 
I’ll stay with you for as long as I can stay. 
Fight my anger, yeah, that's what I do. 
But don't tell anyone, that's between me and you. 
I am the rose that grew from the concrete. 
Let me know when you are done. Then come see me.


The anger inside me is full of frustration.
The anger inside me has a question.
Do I control it or does it control me?
What about this that I didn’t see?
There’s inception with a question.
Expression, plenty more.

The Jungle

These people are salty, salty as my tears.
People say stay in your lane, but the pain keeps driving me to queer.
These voices in my head sound much like the jungle.
But that’s okay, like I say…there’s always a new day. 


Tell me why you lie to me?
Tell me do you cry for me? 
Would you die for me?
No, I can’t be here anymore, I can’t see you anymore
My tears drop down to the floor.
When I see you, I CRY.


Friends-what is that? 
Don’t know, don’t have any
Other people that be in mess, I’m pretty sure they have plenty.
They betray you, deny you and many much more.
I need no friends because I’m hard to the core.
Now cruel is the word that I should say cause all I wanna do is go in my bed and lay. 
Some people don’t understand, when you’re a savage, you don’t have friends. 
I got a messed up life, that’s how it’s always been.
Some people tell me out of spite that I don’t belong on this earth. 
I mean, what can I do, I go to church.
In these streets, you only gotta couple friends and if you don’t, its going to be hard to blend in. 
Friends, friends, friends.
Oh sorry, DiD I hurt your feelings?
You thought we were friends?
Well we’re not but I’ll lend you a hand.
I’m letting you know where I stand. 
What do you think? 
I am one of your friends…

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I’m in a museum, the art is… good. Everything on the wall is… good.  That’s what I’ve always been told at least. And that’s what art was, something that hung on a wall—only if it was good, and by “good” I mean, based on the opinions of a few specific people.
I’ve always loved to draw, since I could hold a pencil on my own. Growing up with my father who is an artist, I enjoyed drawing, but I felt that my drawings had to be “good.” I based my success on the opinion of others. I always felt I created good art but I never pushed myself to truly explore art. So my junior year, I decided to sign up for art class because it was expected of me. 
While creating my own art, just trying to get the assignments done, I began to really watch my instructor as he worked on his art. He wore a strange pair of glasses and would get very close to the artwork. Though visually impaired, his art was nothing short of spectacular from the intense colors to the amazing amount of detail. This led me to wonder how somebody who is completely blind can create visual art.
With a quick Google search, you’ll find endless links to articles and studies of blind artists. One example is Esref Armagan, born blind to a poor family in Turkey, who taught himself to write and paint. Using a Braille stylus, he was able to create vivid paintings with depth and color. He applied paint with his fingers and managed to never smudge the paint. We can see the finished product but I still wonder, how did it feel for him?
Through a study done by John M. Kennedy on, I realized that others have had the same questions. Kennedy’s study covered artists who were partially to fully blind. His study found that some see color, many have depth perception and they do feel the art. They truly experience their art. Art is an experience that should be a part of you, pouring out into your piece, feeling each motion it takes to create it. The blind can make and enjoy visual art without effort because they literally feel it. You want your viewer to feel something through your artwork; whether it is good or bad, art should strike an emotion. My teacher’s art is beautiful because you could see his experience, you can feel it.
The reason my art was just “good” all my life was because it wasn’t about the experience for me; it was to show off my skills. I wanted other people to value my work, like the paintings that hang in museums. It took watching my art teacher creating his art to truly understand the purpose of it. When you look at his art, you can see him within it, I can feel what he felt while creating it. His work may not be on those fancy museum walls, but he is a true artist because he lives his experiences with art, the way art should be.

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One day, a girl named Laura was on the bus on her way home. She was 9 years old and in the 5th grade. Everyday, this chubby white girl named Quenisha bothered her, called her names, and threw her stuff. Because this was Laura’s first year in the U.S., she trusted a kid to translate what Quenisha was telling her, but he translated wrong. Laura always felt alone. She didn't want to tell her grandma about Quenisha because her grandma wouldn't believe her. Why didn't anyone stand up for her? 
Quenisha started hitting Laura every day on the bus. The bus driver saw Quenisha  hitting Laura every day, calling her all kind of names, and throwing dirty things at her, but the bus driver didn't do anything to stop Quenisha. One day, poor Laura was mad and in such a rush that she was praying “ I don't want this girl to start bothering me today please.”  When Laura got on the bus, Quenisha was there to start hitting her and bothering her. Laura thought, “Oh God, help me.” Then Quenisha started throwing her things.
Laura was dirty when she got to her house. Her grandma said, “What happened to you?” “Grandma, there is a white chubby girl calling me immigrant, hitting me, and throwing my things on the floor,” Laura  replied. 
Later that week, when Quenisha was on the front seat of the bus waiting for Laura, Laura said patiently, “Please don't hit me. Leave me alone. I’m not in the mood.” Quenisha didn't listen. She hit Laura. Then, Laura got more mad. She grabbed Quenisha’s hair and start hitting her. 
Weeks later, Quenisha’s mom went to the school to report Laura, saying Laura was bullying her daughter. But you know that is not the truth. Laura was the one getting bullied, just for being short with long hair, caramel skin, and eyes like coffee with milk. Just for being Latina. Quenisha was being racist. 

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One day at lunch, one of my friends asked me if I was gay. I replied, “No, I’m not.” However, someone else overheard and thought I said yes. That person told another person, then that person told another person, and before I knew it, there was a rumor going around that I had a crush on a certain boy. Between classes, people would ask me if I was gay, over and over again. I counted—11 people asked over the course of one day. I remember saying to one of my friends “No, I’m not... but why should it matter even if I was?” And they replied, “I don’t want you to be no (explicit).” 
According to, 20 percent of U.S. students in grades 9–12 experience bullying. Many people don't understand why bullying happens. According to, young people who are “perceived as different from their peers” are at a high risk for being bullied—and one group of students who is perceived as different from their peers are LGBTQ students.
Sexual orientation discrimination is when a person is judged by their choice as to what gender they want to date. An article from The Edvocate states that more than 85 percent of LGBTQ students report harassment. In some situations, some victims might even harm themselves or take their own lives due to the constant pressure of bullying. 
The Edvocate also highlights that this type of bullying happens a lot within our schools. For example, sometimes students make fun of boys with high voices, long hair, or visible emotions. It seems some teens can't even trust their own friends to support their sexual orientation. 
The day that rumor went around the school was the day my depression started. I stopped talking to everybody. If it weren’t for the really good friend I had at the time, I don’t know what would have happened to me. She talked to the kid who started the rumor and told him it wasn’t okay. She told me she was here for me whenever I wanted to talk, and we talked a lot. However, there are plenty of other kids who get bullied who don’t have this kind of support from their friends or even their parents. It’s up to us to step up and be the shoulders to cry on for kids facing discrimination. 
There are a number of ways you can support kids getting bullied. You could walk up to the victim and ignore the bully and just start talking to the victim until the bully goes away. You could also stand up to the bully. You could say something like, “Leave this person alone—what did they even do to you?” Once the bully is gone, ask the victim if they’re alright. If they don’t seem okay, contact an adult you trust, like a teacher. 
Even if someone is different from you, you shouldn’t judge them for who they are. You never know who might need a friend. 

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