by Sammy Smith My brother was no angel in his life, but he was my brother. March 20, 2017. It’s been one year. 52 weeks. 365 days. 8760 hours. I’ll remember that day for an eternity. Your “Mama T” called me, her voice quivering. I knew something was wrong immediately. She asked me what I…
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We Love Our People, Too
Dear Black Students of HBCUs, We love you! We did not forget about you. But why do we seem to feel hated by you for our college of choice? By Jayla Johnshon Within the most recent weeks on Twitter, there has been a heavy debate between black students that attend Historically Black Colleges and Universities…
When We Were Dawgs
by Corey Knapp Everybody loves the things you do From the way you talk To the way you move Growing up, I always heard good things about the University of Georgia. Some of my teachers, friends and their parents and siblings, and coaches had gone here. Every story I heard was a great one. But…
The Other Side
By Alex Marchante I’ve lived in Athens for about 10 years now. By the time I graduate, I’ll have spent more time living in Athens than what I consider to be my home, Massachusetts. Although I don’t consider Athens my “home”, it is my literal home. I know most of these streets, most of these…
When the Party Stops Being Fun
by Courtney Taylor There’s something about the sweetness of summer A hint of happiness A wistful exuberance of past smiles The sun feeling like love under brown skin The flowers like jewels scattered upon the fair grounds Stay unafraid Stay empty Stay still Nothing will hurt as much as when your heart stirs Shared songs…
Dear Christian
by Cheyenne Brown Dear Christian, Hey, are you there? I know you are probably enjoying your life and your other family-The Jenkins, but what about us Browns. You know after all you are one, you may not have the last name, but you sure do have the blood. I am just going to get straight…
It’s Cold in Poland
by Samuel Durham It’s cold in Poland. Every day in a heavy sigh, our teachers would give us this greeting – it’s cold in Poland. They herded us onto the bus, everyone buried in wool shirts and down jackets. We layered ourselves with coats and overcoats. They didn’t help because it’s cold in Poland. The…
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