Existential Crises at 3:33 a.m.

As the quarter drags on, students become more and more entrenched in the everyday stresses of life. The seemingly mundane, yet unavoidable, routine of class-lab-work-eat-sleep implants itself in our existences day after day, leaving exhausted students with limited time to contemplate their own thoughts about other aspects of their lives. Ironically, however, this may very…

Colour me blue, won’t you?

Here we meet at this divide- Mine / Yours:     Me, Minority             A minor inconvenience.            ———————————————-       You, Priority An unquestioned privilege. I am the colour of my skin (Yes I am) (Yes I am) But there is more to me, more than this membranous shell I am encased in We are not just…

Walled-out

You speak in a twisted tongue, Reeking of lost patience and effortlessly ‘won’ arguments Your words form themselves, Plump and juicy, ripening with the comfort of knowing you are not outnumbered        overlooked           unheard I watch, ever the outsider, straining my foolish little eyes to trace the curvature of your practiced tongue, so accustomed it, to…