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  The Buried Treasure I Call Home

  

  By beccalicious94, Flushing, NY

  “It's a bit messy,” I warn my guests. They approach 4M, a door plastered with signs that read “No smoking,” “Shoe-free zone,” and “Doorbell broken, knock hard!” Taking off their shoes, my guests glance to the left and their jaws drop. The room is silent; you can hear a yarmulke-cl...
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  Coming Out as a Human

  

  By beccalicious94, Flushing, NY

  The biggest risk I’ve ever taken was going to a pizzeria on a Friday afternoon. My friend John and I found ourselves in Union Square: John with his slice of pepperoni pizza and me sheepishly leafing through a container of overpriced lettuce. My teachers from the conservative yeshiva I attend...
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  The Trichotomy of Me

  

  By beccalicious94, Flushing, NY

  Sometimes I feel as if I am three people inhabiting one body. I was born Rebecca M. in New York City and a few days later at synagogue I was also named Rivka, my Hebrew name. As a teenager, I rejected both these names and asked people to call me Becca. Now, at age 17, I contemplate how I will reconc...
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  Parasite

  

  By beccalicious94, Flushing, NY

  Unknowingly entered but easily accepted Initially unnoticed and seemingly fine Careless actions and loss of judgment You’re eating away at me My insides are rotting… what insides? I’m almost gone Fragments of what used to be stomach remain Your very nature is to thrive on my shortc...
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  I can taste the color purple

  

  By beccalicious94, Flushing, NY

  I can taste the color purple trickling down the back of my throat And feel the unraveling scent of a used bar of soap I hear the way your hair curls as it twirls around my finger And smell the warmth of your laughter as it dances in my eyes People call me foolish or dillusional for describin...
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  Untitled

  

  By beccalicious94, Flushing, NY

  Tears falling Heavy Breathing Scared, upset, alone TV Blasting Wind Howling Overpowering sound of being ignored Sun shining Doors wide open A glimpse of hope Faded morale Crowded hallways, people walking by Pushing, shoving, chatter, laughing Faces of people I used to know Classes, ...
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  Broken. A Collection of Poetry

  

  By beccalicious94, Flushing, NY

  Broken. A Collection of Poetry Broken Like a baseball through your window Like the tip if a wooden pencil being aggressively used by a furious creature Like a messed up jigsaw puzzle that took four hours to finish Like the fading gold of dawn as daylight approaches Like someone’s family ...