By Kaia Wootton

By Ameya Krishnan, age 5, Canada

It does not matter if you are a different color and if you lost three teeth at once like me.

By R. McKenna

Grow-up, they all say.
You’re so childish.

By Jayme Rodriguez

Threats slither between the cobblestones,
Silencing our desperate moans.

By Aiza Iqbal

Cool breeze blew through my hair,
Birds were wheeling above this cold layer.

By Bethany Scott-Donelan, age 11, New Zealand

There is a way of the world
We do not know of it
Nor how it came to be here
Nor why it continues to work here