First Place
Aubrey Hastings, Broken Arrow
June 3, 1910
Macon, Georgia
I’ve been meaning to write for a while now. There’s been so much weighing on me lately that I figured putting pen to paper might help me breathe a little easier. At least these words are mine, and no one can take them from me.
This morning starts like most others. I woke up before the sun rose, my back aching from another restless night on the old, stiff cot. Mama was already awake and in the kitchen, stirring the pot of grits for breakfast. My younger siblings were still asleep, curled up under the patched blankets and quilts, unaware of the long day we have ahead. Outside, the fields stretched wide and they stood still. The only sound that shook the static air was the creaking of the porch steps, as Papa stepped out with his Bible in one hand and his worn work boots in the other.
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Second Place
Maddy Bussey, Erick
Tīng nǐ shuō (It’s Up To You)
October 27, 1950
In my old age, it is difficult to bring back. my childhood memories. I hardly remember my friends in the alley. My mind confuses dreams with memories. I can no longer recall the name of my favorite teacher. However, the 24th day of October, 1871 is a stain on my brain that will not be scrubbed clean until death itself consumes me. And death is not yet 2 feet behind me, ready to halt the beat of my heart. So I write this day of my past and my adulthood that follows in a journal before my time comes, for your eyes only. I hope these memories serve you with a new perspective, rather than the pain that it has served me.
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Honorable Mention
Raquel Todd, Vici
Eagle and River
My mother chose my name carefully. She said Awohali means eagle, a bird meant to watch over others and lead when the time is right. Rivers, she told me, was a reminder that responsibility is about giving life and support, the way water does for the land around it. She believed that one day I would be expected to lead and to care for others, even when it was difficult. When I was younger, I didn't think much about it. Now that I am eighteen, I understand why she worried so much about the name she gave me.
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