Bury me

Tree in the middle of the field

Words by Aurelne (she/her), 24 WA  The piece ‘Bury Me’ contains themes about mental health, anxiety and depression which may be difficult to read or triggering to some readers. Readers in need can seek support from the following services. 1800RESPECT – 1800 737 732 Lifeline – 13 11 14   Inconsequential as a grain of…

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Monsters in my head

Hands grabbing from the dark into the middle white

Words by Aurelne (she/her), 24 WA  The piece ‘Monsters in my head’ contains themes about mental health, anxiety and depression which may be difficult to read or triggering to some readers. Readers in need can seek support from the following services. 1800RESPECT – 1800 737 732 Lifeline – 13 11 14   The monsters in…

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Brown… White … In-between…

Words by Dionne (she/they), 17 WA  To grow up brown is to be Sisyphus, without a crime. Atlas to your parents’, societies’, and your own standards In that order. To grow up brown out of India, is to be subject to both Western and Eastern societal pressures. A never-ending Pandora’s box of perceived failures. To…

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Happy New Year’s Eve

Words by Jahin, 21 NSW    As we depart another year, It is time for me to forget the chapter it created, Like shoes at the door, I will lay it down, A heavy heart no longer mine to bear, To be grateful for the time that has passed, Lessons learnt and tears shared.  …

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Paper Rockets

Words by Becky, 19 NSW   Finding success when you are not built in the eyes of corporate perfection – an analogy   If I ever build a rocket, I would make it out of paper.   I’d make it forty sheets thick and cover it in flame retardant glue, But see that when it…

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Identity crisis

Words by Jahin, 20 NSW There was a period in my life,during high school,when a sense of belonging,equated to liquid gold. Sitting side by side,uniformed in similarity,Feeling whole and cherished,Being a ripple in the sea of voices. That was what my heart longed for. But after years of trying to mould myself for others,I realised…

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To the angry girl on WhyNot, I’m angry too.

Words by Ella, 23 VIC To the angry girl on Whynot.I am angry too.I am angry that he doesn’t get it.I am angry that he wants me to stay silent, palatable.Doesn’t want me to voice my opinions,Not ones that could cause discomfort.Women are to be seen, not to be heard.To be heard only when we’re…

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