Nhi Duong, President/Editor-in-Chief

He is beauty

Underground, his clouded eyes

Overtop, his thin pink lips

An abundance of radiant smiles


He is world-class

Behind, he whispers the words he wishes to be heard

In front, he nods and continues

Presumed by the million pairs of eyes watching him


He is loved

Afore, he speaks and acts.

After, he remains silent and communicates through the permanence of ink 

He asks how it has come to so


He is watched

Clouded blue eyes congruent to his outer layer

Messy brown hair

He exhales, pondering his thoughts 

As he roams the street of Chicago