Gabriela Vargas                                                                                                                                      Experimental Autobiography Project I bought my coach tabby shoulder bag with money that didn’t feel like itwas mine at first. Not because i didn’t earn it i did. Every shift, everylate night every moment i wanted to quit but didn’t. Still, when i Stood at the register holding the bag, I remember thinking, people like me don’t just buy things like this. Not without reason. So i made one. I told myself it would be the thing i carried into a better version of my life. Something steady. Something that didn’t fall apart just because everything else did. At first, it just held normal things like my wallet,…

The grass leans softly in the breeze,Bright under the warming sun.Birds drift across the open sky,Their songs light and undone. People rest on faded towels,Golden in the afternoon heat,Eyes closed beneath the shining light,Listening to the city slow its beat. Shade gathers gently beneath the trees,Cool against tired skin,While laughter moves like quiet wavesAnd peace settles softly within. The world feels still for just a moment,No rushing, no place to be,Only sunlight, grass, and birds above,And calm spreading endlessly.

i chose a bag that i use to go to school with to carry my materials i need for school