All Nonfiction Bullying Books Academic Author Interviews Celebrity interviews College Articles College Essays Educator of the Year Heroes Interviews Memoir Personal Experience Sports Travel & CultureAll Opinions Bullying Current Events / Politics Discrimination Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking Entertainment / Celebrities Environment Love / Relationships Movies / Music / TV Pop Culture / Trends School / College Social Issues / Civics Spirituality / Religion Sports / Hobbies
- Summer Guide
- College Guide
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Personal Experience
- Travel & Culture
- Current Events / Politics
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
All Hot Topics
- Community Service
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
I am the young girl dreaming about being a superhero. I plan on saving my mom from my dad when he hits her. I can do anything. I wonder if I can fly?
I am the homeless veteran. I fought for my country. I lost my leg, my fiancé, and my innocence. I left my hope over there. Now I lay among overflowing trash cans and sleep under a canopy of streetlights. My lullaby is squealing tires and loud car horns.
I am the dancer, turning, twirling, and leaping. I must stay thin. I must stay thin. I must stay thin. Someday, I plan to fly away.
I am the drug addict. I fill my veins to empty my head. I want to forget my past, the injury that ended my football career, losing my girlfriend to a gun, and the little girl I had to give up for adoption. I wonder where she is?
I am bullied. The taunts and shouts ring in my ears, and school seems like a dungeon or a torture chamber. I’m a target, I have a bullseye between my shoulders. Will they miss me if I leave?
I am the bully. My father left and my mother tried to replace him with boyfriend after boyfriend, and she’ll never accept what they’ve done to me. I hate myself.
I am the forgotten. My grave lays unmarked, no one will ever know my name or where I’m from. Cold stone is the only reminder of my life, other than a few fading memories in the back of someone’s mind.
I am going to go far. I won’t let my mother’s sacrifices go to waste. I will walk across that stage. I will make my own future. I won’t let anyone define me. I am me.
I am the writer. Notebooks filled with purple cursive, filled with lists of ideas, words, and names. I can make myself into so many things. I will tell the stories of others while I write my own. I piece together my thoughts to craft something that tells a story.
I am human. We all are.
JOIN THE DISCUSSION
This article has 2 comments.
57 articles 22 photos 87 comments
“In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.”
― Robert Frost
32 articles 0 photos 161 comments
Not all those who wander are lost
- J. R. R. Tolkien
Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it
Believe you can and you're halfway there
- Theodore Roosevelt
Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.
- Albert Camus
It is during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light.
Nothing is impossible, the word itself says 'I'm possible'!
- Audrey Hepburn
The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart.
- Helen Keller