Making Outsiders Insiders
The sun wouldn’t shine If it weren’t for your love. From afar, Every star Would fall from up above. You’re one of a kind, You’re unique and beautiful. And forever, We’ll stay together, Just you and me. I am glad you’re mine, For you brighten up my world. It is a joy To just enjoy The time spent with you. A glass of wine Could not be sweeter than you. For all my days, I’ll forever praise All the lovely things you do. Till the end…
Read MoreRoses are red, Violets are blue, Your love is beautiful, And so are you. Orchids are white, Ghost ones are rare, Lustre is silky, And so is your hair. Sunflowers reach, Up to the skies, The sea is light blue, And so are your eyes. Daisies are enchanting, Daylilies are endearing, Your love is a gift, And so is your smile. A flower is beautiful, Just like you. By: Ashely S.
Read MoreLove. It is such a driving force in our world; in our lives. It has the power to start wars and demolish empires. In stories and myths, some people have been so desperate to have it that they have sold their souls for even a fraction of the feeling. In the Greek myths of old, poor Orpheus couldn’t save Eurydice but he did journey to the depths of Hades to find her. There is a reason that most songs are love songs or merely love songs in disguise. So as…
Read MoreOver a millenia ago one of the most famously loved and dreaded holidays came to life, the day of Saint Valentine. You may see Valentine’s Day as a great day where you can celebrate love, eat chocolate, and give gifts, or as a day that may seem lonely at times and makes being single into an inherently bad thing. You might not know where exactly this holiday originated; the true origin is still fairly unknown. But there are multiple theories, most being about a man named Valentine. There are multiple…
Read MoreExclusivity in literature should not be tolerated since the very essence of writing literature is freedom. Therefore, to be exclusive in writing is ironic in itself; Anyone can write whatever they want, any way they want, but should it truly be this way? BIPOC authors have raised eyebrows while the readers of the community sigh in exasperation at recurrent color fetishization in literature. The need for the words coconut, honey, caramel, chocolate, and coffee to describe a character of color in a story is still a mystery in mind as…
Read MoreIn honor of it being Black History Month, I figured why not learn more about black history in our city? We tend to often learn about black history in the U.S. while we remain completely oblivious to the rich cultural heritage of the Black community in Montreal. It is important to use this month to celebrate black achievement and resilience In the late 18th century, numerous black immigrants from the West Indies and the United States arrived in Montreal’s Little Burgundy borough when racial segregation was outlawed in Canadian law…
Read MoreVanier College is proud to be presenting yet another Women’s Self Defense workshop. Vanier will be offering a free Women’s Self Defense Workshop on self-defense to equip students who identify as women and provide them with the skills and courage to protect themselves. The workshop will be given by Sasha Reece, who taught the last Women’s Self Defense workshop at Vanier. She is a Martial artist with over 20 years of experience in Karate and Kung Fu. She is a First-degree Black Belt of Kyokushin school of Karate and a…
Read MoreBy: Skye Mackenzie Hunter
Read More“He said the way my blue eyes shined” Was the opening line to her favourite song Boy, it takes me back. “Love Story” used to be our song We danced every time it came on Can’t believe what it could have been I can still see her every time I close my eyes Back to those beautiful summer times But now everything has changed We used to be so happy and so in love You were the queen that turn me in your king I never thought we were…
Read MoreAgain! Again! Childlike, the voice softly echoes in my ears As I walk by the ghostly lane. Autumn breezily peeking in. Seasonal depression lurks As the leaves placidly fall. The faceless child runs up to me. Wrinkling my leather jacket As she clings and hovers around me. Again! Again! Filled with conflicting emotions. I crouch down by her, In her eyes glass-like. filled with ambition. I see my reflection Oh to be a kid again, Not caring about tomorrow, running around Aimlessly, Pure joy- Joy. When was…
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