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Her Campus at CWU My Journey with Poetry

I remember being in middle school and thinking that poetry was pretty dumb. Sure, I enjoyed my fair share of humorous poems here and there, but poetry as I...

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Her Campus at Oswego Campus Crush

We haven’t even gotten through The first week of classes, and So far my favorite part of the  Semester has been seeing him Around campus. I almost can’t Stand...

Her Campus at USF Fiction Writers vs. Poets

My minor is Creative Writing. I remember a younger me in sophomore year declaring this minor believing that I will write a novel, become a bestselling author of a...

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Her Campus at Gettysburg Lucky Pig

This is a poem I wrote as a free-write exercise in my Intro to Creative Writing class! Three legs and a round body, smelling of henna and incense, surrounded...

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Her Campus at Oswego Growing Up

Study-Abroad Let’s just say, There was never A dull day when I Was half a world  Away every day. I will always be Able to say, that I have...

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Her Campus at Oswego Dream

My dream for Myself, is that I Never dust myself Off and put myself Away on a shelf. I Hope that wherever  I am, in the future I’m happy,...

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Her Campus at Oswego Poetry is An Act of Service

The aching feeling of being deserted  by one through distance and displacement   Belonging to two is a twoness felt  deeply. My identity flows within both and none. Poetry is...

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Her Campus at Oswego Safety Is You- A Poem

It’s quite simple, really.  We stand together,  Hand in hand, Wondering when the storm may blow past. We smile at each other. I discover, Something private and small In...