Yes I Am

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Words were screamed across the room

A man was beaten, battered, and tried

Everything comes to a halt

It all comes down to this; who lied?


I watch from the safety of my own home

Johnny Depp vs. Amber Heard,

The trial that is being seen across the world


The comfortability and safety of my own life

Sits in the back of mind, rarely coming out to play

For others, their safety is dangling off a tightrope,

A finger away from falling into the depths


One in four women

One in nine men

10 million suffer

10 million too much


After a marriage full of hate, fear, and humiliation

Witnesses are brought to tell the truth as

Everything comes to a halt

It all comes down to this; who lied?


Interruption, objection, hearsay

Years of being silent,

Depp is silenced once again

But now is the time to tell his story


Seeing toxicity since childhood left him bruised

The shadows of trauma followed him to his adulthood,

He didn’t have a voice then, but he has one now

In horror I listen to the audio clip playing at the end of testimony


“Tell them Johnny Depp, I, Johnny Depp, a man, 

I’m a victim too of domestic violence”

What did he say?

“Yes I am.”


Written by Jessica Mananquil | Photo by Georgy Rudakov, Unsplash

Jessica Mananquil is a Journalism major at Sierra College. She plans on transferring to San Francisco State University to pursue her interest in news and feature writing for fall 2022.

Unthawed Nightmare

Strolling home from work, careless and free

Headed home to make my bed, clean sheets off the line,

What a shame to do at bedtime.


Entering my home, I notice no one, I see, I hear nothing

Suddenly attacked, impaled throughout my body

In and out, with such malice.

Forcibly violated, and left cold as ice.

Floating in a pool of my lineage as it drained from my veins.


Taken from me my spirit, stolen; my spirit.

What gave you the right to me?

Robbing me of my safety, my life, my future?

Who told you it was ok to play God and decide when?

When my last breath was taken, my last moments with family.


42 years I lay frozen, forever a 20 year old with the world at my feet.

Shattered in a moment of impulse.

42 years until my family would rejoice, “I feel like I can go on with my life now.”

The terror, pain and heartache frozen with me

Unthawed as handcuffs squeeze your wrists.

My soul set free, my nightmare unthawed.


Written by Vontress Ortega | Photo by Manjari, Pexels

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Vontress Ortega is a Journalism major at Sierra College and published author. She plans to transfer to Sacramento State University and continue in the major in fall 2022.

Motherhood and Me

Becoming a mother at 17 was scary to me. I thought that I would ruin my children’s lives before they ever had a chance. Following in the footsteps of my mother and determined to break a cycle. Just a teenager not knowing myself or even who I would be. I did not understand the responsibility that I was taking on, not for just one child, but six.

I had to strive to be better than I’d ever been and understand that mistakes would potentially put me and my children in a bad position. It was up to me, and only me, to ensure that my children had everything under the sun, no matter the curve balls thrown in my path.

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Wild, untamed
Peaceful before the hunger for money
The King, the danger, the deadly
Few more million than one can count
The tallest, the fastest, and even the smallest
That the world has ever seen
Living on one continent
With whispers of the finest sunsets
Accompany where the wild roams

Believing in what science has proven false
Herbal remedies, black markets
The importance of a narrow-minded belief
Serves more highly than the lives of the wild
Lion manes, rhino horns, elephant tusks
Sold under a criminal act
A trophy on the wall
A smile for the picture
Forever remembering a hunt for the endangered
Ignoring the position as the dominant species
To protect and preserve the lives of ones who do no harm

Don’t turn your head
Look at the numbers
This world has life greater than a desire for selfish needs
Populations low as extinction lists grow
Animals who were here long before
Won’t be here to witness

Written by Nicque McMullen | Photo by Geran de Klerk 

Fire- Money- Power

Four million to influence California
Politicians knew and took the money
Convict in this story isn’t a person

Newsom received more than $200,000
But is it ethical?
Lobbying to achieve
Legislative package to help Utilities
Reforms of legal liability

Gas explosion killed eight, a neighborhood was destroyed
Never forget what happened in San Bruno
A jury found PG&E guilty, convicted of six felonies
One count of obstructing investigation

A corporation cannot go to prison
Yet, we expect to be judged by our actions
Television ads apologize, we’re working every day,
Safest energy company in the nation

Since being sentenced in 2017,
Wildfires kill 107
“Camp Fire” killed 85 when it destroyed Paradise

State’s conclusion, PG&E line started the fire
$3.2 million flowed to candidates
Eight out of 10 lawmakers took money
Oh, how it’s going to cost us all.


Written by Eric Pacheco | Photo by Marcus Kauffman 


It’s the start of a new relationship,
I get ready for my date, hair in soft spirals,
lips stained red while the color upon my eyes are smoked,
body adorned by a sleek bodycon.

Love took over my mind, the insides of my body filled with floating butterflies,
He’s sophisticated, smart, and charming,
A man that wants to take care of me, wanting what is best for us,
It’s too good to be true.

Cracks start forming, another man emerges,
It’s my fault, I can’t do anything right,
Apologies aren’t enough, thoughts spinning in my head, telling me I’m crazy,
Suddenly, my skin is blemished with bruises, my face stained with tears.

I need to get out, but no one will help me,
After filing several complaints, police won’t help me,
I can’t get out and soon it will be too late for me,
As I will be strangled by the cracked image of a man I thought I loved.

I would be alive today if I was listened to,
Now I am just another number among the women killed before me,
For I have died by femicide, murder committed by my partner,
But there is an outcry for us, activists rallying for a change.

Posters littered amongst the walls under tunnels,
An image of me, the woman I once was,
Displaying the reality of domestic violence,
With the intent of making women before me, victims of femicide, visible.

Written by Taylor Hamilton | Photo by Jean-Luc Mounier