Listen to Andrew Kang read his poem:

We take it slow. Deeper,
      I say, and deeper she cuts.
           Her hands smooth over
                   my nape, my scalp, my ears.

Grandma says I look like a soldier.
      Doesn’t know I plan on dyeing
           it moss-green, like Frank Ocean, or a dissident

I listen to the hair clipper murmur,
      every strand falling deeper into
           tenderness. It doesn’t matter
                   if she never understands me.

Read the other winners of the Seventh Annual High School Writing Contest. . .

My Neighbors Make a Ghost,” by Stella Lei, second place
Drills,” by Bella Koschalk, third place