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‘1 in every five kids will die on the train’. As I read the blue and black poster across from me I felt a chill run down my spine. Public transportation was never my first option. Not even before the war broke out. But today just happened to be my lucky day. My car broke down on my way to school and the fliers stopped service months ago. Fliers are- or rather were- the only safe way of transportation. I guess you can say that they are the zip cars of the 31st century. They were clean, engery efficient, and fast. The old rusty car trains like the one I was riding in have long since been forgotten. Until the war broke out. I had to have been 14 at the time. I remembered the sky was a thick foggy mush that morning. The streets were damp with rain from the previous night. Everything was quiet. It seemed as if the world was dead… Completely dead… Then I remember the sirens screeching through the corner speakers. Those are all busted now. People tore the metal apart and sold them for scraps. It was the East country against the West country. It started with some stupid political disagreement that ended up taking lives. Or at least that was what my told me. Both my parents were drafted. Living on the East side meant men and women were equal. In all things. Yes, it meant that we had equal pay and medical benefits, but it also meant that we were all expected to protect our lands in a time of war. My dad left first. He didn’t think it would last that long. He died three days after being deployed. The government doesn’t pay military families anything in life insurance. That was a custom that was dropped many generations ago. They pay for the funeral. And they give the first born a scholarship. That’s as far as it went. A week after my dad died, my mom was drafted. I didn’t see her the next morning when I got up. Some people said that they heard the guards come drag her to the camps. I think that she ran away to the hillside. She always spoke about the grassy plains of her youth…
I wasn’t very close to her anyway, so I didn’t mind being on my own. The scholarship allowed me to stay in the city. Soon, I was able to get a job at a relocation facility. Most people fled the broken down metal yards that we used to call our safe haven home. Now, all that’s left are the students, the poor, and the homeless peace holding hippies. The war will be over soon. That’s what the newscasters said. All our videos are in black and white now. We had to go back to the technology of the 80s so that we could pour more money into the military coups… I saw the lights on the trains flicker. I have just a few more stops. I’m 17 now. Every year that I grow my chance of getting mugged on the trains go down. They want people that they can be persuaded to change sides. That’s what the newscasters said. The lights just flickered again… The doors just opened on the other side of the train… Just have a few more stops. A man just got on with me. He keeps muttering the words “one in every five kids”. I have one more stop.

– Writingdilegently

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Writers Are Readers

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Writers do not have to be told to support one another. Writers are readers. When you read a book or poem or story, you support the one who has written it. We discuss our writing and study the writing of others. Change a few words, and this is about anyone who does anything that involves creativity.

– Writingdilegently

Why I can’t do acting

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For most of my life
I’ve been trying to turn myself
Into something
Better than
What I thought I was.
But I’ve worked really hard
To instead just be me.
So
Telling me
To come on stage
And act
Would be turning all the work
That I have done
Into time wasted.
I do not act.
I react.
But never with a mask.
Or false persona.

– Writingdilegently

“Racial appropriation”

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Okay, first before you call me out on being a “white girl upset on the internet”, know that I am a Hispanic girl with thick curls and no religion. Maybe it is a lack of religion but I don’t see how its wrong with people wearing clothes and hairstyles of other cultures and religions. If I were to get my septum pierced you shouldn’t get angry at me for appropriating a culture because there is no one culture it is tied to. If I decided to do dreads in my hair its because I admire the ascetics of Rastafarians. Putting on the clothing of another culture is not done with a mocking intention. Most people are ignorant to the values that most religions and ideologies take root on. So if I wear my face painted like a sugar skull, its in no offense to people with Mexican lineage. Its simply because I find it beautiful. Is it wrong if I wear my eyeliner like the ancient Egyptians? No. So in the context of beauty, leave people be as they are. They are exploring just the ascetics of things because they make them feel right. Tell me that I can’t get tattoos because they aren’t done after battle or blessing. If you haven’t caught note half of these ‘traditions’ aren’t yours alone. They come from a stance of cultural diffusion that happened long long ago and is still happening now. There that’s it for my rant. That’s just been in my head for a long while.

– Writingdilegently

Been There

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I’ve been laughed at
For the way I walk
The way I talk
The way I smile
I’ve been made fun of
For the curl of my hair
The weight on my body
The aptitude of my laugh
I’ve been bullied
Because I speak a certain way
And I sit up straight
And I say too little.
So yes I’ve been there.
But I’m still here.

– Writingdilegently

As if my truths were falsehoods

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They say that
Every sinner has a future
And every saint a past
So do not judge my present
On what I have put behind me
I lied before
But I am NOT
Lying now
Please.
You have lied
Straight to my face
And yet you expect
Me to only flow the truth to you
But what I have said is truth.

– Writingdilegently

Where are you from?

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My birth certificate says
I was born in Manhattan
Technically,
That is where I’m from
But I grew up in the Bronx
So its more like that’s
Where I’m from
My grandparents hail
From the island
Of Puerto Rico
So very loosely
That is where I’m from

– Writingdilegently