She prodded the window, letting the illusions flicker and glitch — dance a little jig across her outstretched palm. Chained to this ornate prison she
My mother is a baker, a young, bubbly baker, Her and her twin sister skip down the paved roads. all the way to the grocery
She wonders what life is like without feeling caged, wall after wall, after wall. Where can she escape? She thinks of it as a maze.
AWW is proud to welcome the 2021 Youth Poet Laureate Aanika Eragam! Let’s hear from the amazing poet who has impacted us all with her
