• Finding My Way

  by Shiria K.

  Names have been changed. I arrived in America when I was 9 years old, traveling thousands of miles from my motherland, Bangladesh. I barely spoke any English; simple phrases like “hello” and “my name is” were the extent of my vocabulary.

• Pretty in Pink–And a Boy

  by Rylynn Walters 

  My gender identity isn’t easy to explain. I feel more like a boy, but I was assigned female at birth, and I’ve never minded looking like a girl. Even as a child, I loved being pretty and wearing dresses, especially pink ones.