Female Poets Expedition Series – India


lg113_-973092265_PThis week’s female poet is from India.

Kamala Surayya / Suraiyya also known as Kamala Das was a major Indian English poet. Even though she was born in an aristocratic family and was educated, Kamala went thru an arranged marriage at the age of 15. Madhavikutty – “the child-wife of Madhava,” her pen name, started publishing stories at the early age and used her pen name to avoid family conflicts. Around that time, she also started writing poems in English.

Kamala Das spoke up about racism, sexuality, and women’s rights in India. The Descendants is one of her most famous poetry books.


Someone Else’s 

I am a million, million people
Talking all at once, with voices
Raised in clamour, like maids
At village-wells.

I am a million, million deaths
Pox-clustered, each a drying seed
Someday to be shed, to grow for
Someone else, a memory.

I am a million, million births
Flushed with triumphant blood, each a growing
Thing that thrusts its long-nailed hands
To scar the hollow air.

I am a million, million silences
Strung like crystal beads
Onto someone else’s

Indeed, there are lots of great female poets in India. Let us know your favorite one.

Source image: My Poetic Side




Female Poets Expedition Series


Poetry is an art of expression thru words. It is a way to tell our stories, our feelings, and our opinions about a subject. A poem introduces children to poetry and can help them to develop writing and art skills. Besides, poetry can assist people to overcome traumatic experiences. For these reasons, our project encourages girls and women to engage in Poetry.

Promoting poetry contests in our blog inspires females of any age. Knowing about other female poets around the World give us the support and the motivation to be brave.

Our series “Female Poets Expedition” invite you to embark on a journey and experience the World thru words. Giving all of us – women knowledge and motivation to write messages to change the way that society sees and treats us.

Female Poets Expedition will have a post every Thursday on our main page.

Our first stop is India… See you tomorrow!

Source Image: http://eastendlocal.com/event/poetry-around-the-world/



by Mariana Laviaguerre

During 2014-2015, #syphilis rates increased in every region, a majority of age groups, and across almost every race/ethnicity. Syphilis is a sexually transmitted disease (#STD) that can have very serious complications when left untreated. Without appropriate treatment, long- term infection can result in several medical problems affecting the heart, brain, and other organs of the body.

Learn more by visiting the STD Awareness Month website: http://www.cdc.gov/std/sam/




by Mariana Laviaguerre


If you suspect a child is being abused or neglected, or if you are a child who is being maltreated, contact your local child protective services office or law enforcement agency so professionals can assess the situation. Many States have a toll-free number to call to report suspected child abuse or neglect. To find out where to call, visit childwelfare.gov

Childhelp® is a national organization that provides crisis assistance and other counseling and referral services. The Childhelp National Child Abuse Hotline external links staffed 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, with professional crisis counselors who have access to a database of 55,000 emergencies, social service, and support resources. All calls are anonymous.


Putting up with spit up

I was walking on 14th Street in New York around 6:30 pm on Tuesday. Thinking about my son’s birthday part and having thoughts filled with joy about the entire celebration.  Suddenly, I heard somebody spitting up, in less than a second, I felt a disgusting substance on my eye.  A handle guy spat upon my eye.  He kept walking like nothing happened. I was not sure whether he did on purpose or not because he just ignored his inappropriate behavior.


Source Image: Jason Smith

He looked like a homeless, and I had various reactions and thoughts. I did curse, but he did not hear. I wanted to chase and hit him, but violence generates violence. So, I searched for cops, and I did not find any. Finally, I gave up and took the train thinking about the situation.

It was impolite, and for sure it is was unacceptable behavior. However, I was glad that was only a spit. Sadly, I thought about women’s and children that are victims of an acid attack in many countries in South-East Asia, Sub-Saharan Africa, the West Indies and the Middle East.

Most of the cases are unreported, and the victims are scared inside and outside for the rest of their lives. This issue is something that needs to be discussed intensely in a separate article, but I guess some situations happen to be analyzed further later on.

Even though the spit up was disrespectful, I was able to overcome the situation by putting myself on somebody else shoes.



by Mariana Laviaguerre 


Once nearing elimination, national data find that syphilis is now thriving. Reported cases and rates for primary and secondary syphilis are at a 20-year high. Gay, bisexual, and other men who have sex with men face continuously high and rising rates of the disease. Rates are also on the rise among women, multiple age groups, all regions, and among almost every race/ethnicity. Syphilis’s resurgence highlights its ability to affect many communities at anytime and anywhere. We cannot accept this as the new normal, and together, we can and must reverse these increases.
Learn more by visiting the STD Awareness Month website:



Women of Influence Series

by Vanessa Daniela

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Women of Influence is the ten episode series brought by B&H, with the support of  Canon and Sony, premiered on International Women’s Day. Each episode interviews remarkable women that face their challenges in photographic and filmmaking career. It talks about their challenges in building their career and how they grounded their roots in this competitive industry.

The series can be found on B&H website and on Youtube.



Gender Equality Month


by Mariana Laviaguerre

Around the World, 63 million girls are currently out of school – that is almost the same size as the entire population of UK. Even if a girl does make it to primary education, the drop-out rate before she reaches secondary school is steep. The majority of girls in Sub-Saharan Africa do not complete their secondary education. The impact this has on their lives can be devastating. Girls who do not complete school are not only more likely to live in extreme poverty, they also miss out on the vital knowledge that affects all areas of life – from how to protect their sexual health to how to defend their own human rights. For example, one study found that non-literate women were four times more likely to believe HIV could not be prevented.

Without an education, any girl would struggle to protect herself and fully take control in her future.

Photo credit: Erick McGregor/Pacific/Barcroft


Black Women’s Empowerment: The Story of Fashion Designer Ann Cole Lowe


by Vanessa Daniela

Last Saturday, I decided to go to Story Time with my son at the Word Bookstore in Jersey City.  I did not have time to look at the schedule to see which book or author would be reading.

My son is very young, so I am just trying to get he used to read books and listen to knowledgeable writers. Indeed, I am hoping that he will enjoy reading books about diversity, race, culture, art, etc…Anything that will make him open minded, kind and respectful to everyone.

When I got at the bookstore, the cover and the name caught my attention, Fancy Party Gowns, by Deborah Blumenthal. Even though, I knew it my son would not pay attention I decided to stay.

Surprisingly, he sat in my lap, and we listened to the story, and I could enjoy the meaningful and sad story of Ann Cole Lowe. An African American stylist that barely recognized for her work. Her most famous dresses were the Jackeline Kennedy’s wedding dress and Olivia de Havilland’s dress at the Oscars when she won for the Best Actress in To Each His Own.

I believe that her story is important for any girl especially for those classified as the minority. We must continue our journey of pursuing our dreams ignoring the Society label.







Women’s Day: HEFORSHE Press Launch


Hi Everyone,

I started my day at the HEFORSHE Press Launch at the Lincoln Center this morning. The event kicked off the HeForShe Arts Week that is happening in different towns in the World, (NYC, London, Paris, Madrid, Bangkok, Santiago do Chile, Sao Paulo, and Panama City), from March 8th to 15th. The Arts Week aims at raising awareness and funding for gender equality through the arts.

Also, I had the opportunity to hear UN and local leaders, and film starts talking about Gender Equality. Efficiently they presented statistics about women in the workforce and their hopes, and goals to fix inequality in the workplace. In NYC, eliminating the wage gap in all boroughs is one of the top priorities mentioned by Chirlane McCray, First Lady of New York City.

Listening to motivated voices opened my mind to new ideas. Indeed,  I am on the write path by bringing awareness to gender equality thru media and art. “The Arts give us license to experience something new, to express ourselves, and to openly question our culture.” – Emma Watson, Actor and UN Women Global Goodwill Ambassador

Please feel free to share your ideas with us. We are here for you.

Enjoy your day!!

Vanesa Daniela

Please find the list of speakers:

Chirlane McCray, First Lady of New York City

Bjarni Benediktsson, His Excellency, Prime Minister of Iceland & HeForShe IMPACT Champion.

Phumzile Mlambo-Ngcuka, Under Secretary-General and Executive Director of UN Women

Édgar Ramírez, Actor & UNICEF Goodwill Ambassador

Jill Kaplan, Publisher and Vice President, Crain’s New York Business Chair, Women’s Leadership Council, Lincoln Center Corporate Fund

Grace McLean, Lincoln Center Emerging Artist Award winner

Oskar Eustis, Artistic Director, The Public Theater


via Tragedy to Triumph: How sewing lessons are changing the lives of women with fistula — Girls’ Globe

Written by Samantha Bossalini, Development and Communications Associate The city of Dar es Salaam, Tanzania is anything but quiet. An increasingly modern metropolis overlooking the Indian Ocean, Dar is home to 4.4 million people, and is one of the fastest growing cities on the African continent. It’s a cacophony of noises, sounds, colors, and smells; […]

via Tragedy to Triumph: How sewing lessons are changing the lives of women with fistula — Girls’ Globe


Photo Contest: Rules and Prizes


Image Source: NewSD.

Entry Rules

  1. Women and Girls of any age.
  2. Minors under 18 are eligible with parents consent.
  3.  The participant can live in any country in the World as long as the entrant has access to Paypal to receive the prize.
  4. Must be your own original work.
  5. The photographer(s) must be the author(s) of the pictures submitted in her name.
  6. All the pictures are going to be posted on our website and our social media channels


The participant can choose any theme listed below

  1. Women’s Rights
  2. Self- Harm Awareness
  3. Gender Equality
  4. Elimination of Racial Discrimination


  1. The entrant must submit the form below.
  2. Should submit images have more than one individual to be credited, the names must be provided on the entry form.
  3. The participant can send up to 3 pictures with the theme and description to weareallthesameproject@gmail.com by March 31st.
  4. Photos must be submitted in either jpg file formats and not exceed 1gb per entry.


First Place: U$50.00 +Photography Magazine Subscription (Photo Pro, Popular Photography or Digital Photography)

Second Place: U$25.00 +Photography Magazine Subscription (Photo Pro, Popular Photography or Digital Photography)

Entry Deadline

All pictures must be received by 11:59 PM Eastern Standard Time on March 31st.


  1. First place will be judged by professionals invited by We Are All The Same Project.
  2. Second place will be selected by the public. The photo that receives more votes on the website and/or social media.
  3. The participant can share the link on their own blog and/or social media channels so they can increase their chance of winning the second place.
  4. The results will be posted on the website by April 15th.
  5. Only the winners are going to be contacted by our commission.
  6. All the pictures are going to be published, on the We Are All The Same Project website and on the social media channels, with the credit provided by the participant.

By entering the Contest, entrant represents, acknowledges and warrants that the submitted Photograph and Description are original works created solely by the entrant and that no other party has any right, title, claim or interest in the Photograph or the Description.


Women’s History Month: Photo Contest


Most of the countries around the globe celebrate Women’s History Month in March. It is a unique month that also brings awareness to Women’s Rights, Self- Harm, Gender Equality, and Elimination of Racial Discrimination. In appreciation of each action, We Are All The Same Project is promoting our First Photography Contest that will take place on our website after March 5th.

Click here for more info about the contest.

Help us spread the word about Women’s Rights, Race and Gender Equality.

Inspire kindness and love.

Image Source: Pedro Quintela 


via Raising Awareness of Menstruation and Sustainability in India — Girls’ Globe

During a visit to Auroville, India a couple of days ago I was happy to have the opportunity to chat briefly with Eco Femme co-founder Kathy Walkling in between customers at their busy stall at the market. I had already heard about Eco Femme before I came to India and I was exited to meet the […]

via Raising Awareness of Menstruation and Sustainability in India — Girls’ Globe



by Vanessa Daniela

Dark walls of copper hiding past bloodshed.

Fearing to be part of a new horrifying scenario of selfish minds.

Defining a fake pure race composed by the color wheel unification.

Vast spectrum and hues which are meaningful only on the diagrams.

Preference of colors is chosen by an egocentric society who has never been plain.

Nuance of your diluted blends is being denied –

by discriminating diversity and by forging your own identity and roots.

Shameless society – abnegating their own heritage to support segregation

Segregation of love and culture torn apart from your heart and mind.





Poetry Contest: Warrior Goddess Arising

by Shaquana Gardner

Swift like a lion upon prey

Grounded like the gravity of my ME

An awakening has arisen inside of me

My whisper has grown into a RAW, decisively

I am expanding tenfold, righteously

The bulb within me is working, precisely

I am awake


Back like the Queen of the Damned


The Goddess of my soul

The Warrior of my Being

The SheShe of my BeMe




Poetry Contest: What Happened to Sarah?

By Liz Leighton

She was like an expensive dog:
An elaborate pedigree
Paired with a high-strung demeanor
That intensified with age

Upon a senseless flight of fancy
I looked up her death date on Wikipedia


To see if her spirit had flown from her body
Into that of my unborn daughter
So that they may be one

No such luck

I was probably some babbling termagant in my last life

Do you think he did it?

Somebody did it.

But do you think he did it?

I don’t know

She said he did it

He said he didn’t do it

To disbelieve would be a betrayal

I don’t think he did it

But she would know better than I

God stands on the scaffolding of Heaven
But does not deign to look at his mess below


Poetry Contest: I Do This Because I Don’t Think I Can

by Ally Iseman

I do this because I don’t think I can.
Because sometimes I wake up and can’t even stand,
But I do get up and I brush my teeth,
Because you never know who you might meet,
Or what opportunities will present themselves,
Or what ideas you might take off the shelves.

I do this because I don’t think I can.
Because I always thought that I needed a man,
To thrive,
But that was just a lie.
And now I’m finding out what it takes to fly.

I do this because I don’t think I can.
Because the unknown is all that I have in my hand.
My success is found in the actions I take.
It hides just beyond the limits I break,
From within,
Or created outside.
No barrier I meet is a reason to hide,
My greatness.
My rhythm and soul,
Will breakthrough whatever cages my goal.

I do this because I don’t think I can.
To inspire my sisters to be more than a fan,
To walk through the fire created by fears,
So that the rest of their lives will be made up of years,
Of joy,
Of freedom and zest,
For the very best thing that they have left.
The best,
Of themselves in the light.
Empowered by action,
Their dreams taking flight.

I do this because I don’t think I can.
Because carrying my shame seemed like more of a plan.
A cautionary tale of survival,
That I forfeited in order to stage a revival,
Of my life,
My self and my passion,
Which are flowering now in a very full fashion.
I do this because I don’t think I can.
Because knowing our worth involves creating a ban,
On the vampires,
Who drain out our light,
Just as our dreams are about to take flight.

I do this because I don’t think I can.
Because I have no other option than to now take a stand,
For myself,
For my voice and my art,
For without those things I was falling apart,
At the seams,
I lost all of myself.
And regaining that will take far more than wealth.

I do this because I don’t think I can.
Because proving me wrong will allow me to land,
On the truth,
That has always been there,
Lying in front of me naked and bare.
That I’m powerful,
And graceful and strong,
And accepting those facts couldn’t be further from wrong.

I do this because I don’t think I can.
Because the Creative Force in me is breaking the damn,
Built by doubts,
And lies and self hate.
The river is rushing I can no longer wait,
To reveal,
What I know to be true:
I do this because I know you can too.


via The Gender Boundaries Imposed on Children in India — Girls’ Globe

Many children worldwide have grown up playing with Barbie dolls and Transformers. You can perhaps guess which children played with which toys. From the time of our birth we are taught the ways in which males and females should conduct themselves. Why does society enforce such restrictions from the moment a child is born? Too often, our society sees men as […]

via The Gender Boundaries Imposed on Children in India — Girls’ Globe


Poetry Contest: I’m Better Off

by Alivia Massimillo

I’m sure you’re expecting a text
Wondering if I have planned in my head “What comes next?”
But don’t worry,
That won’t come.
Unlike most females my age, I’ve grown numb.
I fear commitment, enjoy breaking ties,
I’ve learned the power and worth of a bunch lies.
Love has proved powerless, in essence, fool’s gold
Struck with heartbreak,
I’ve become someone you can’t shake
So wait for my text,
I assure you, unlike your initial thoughts, I won’t be planning what’s next.


Poetry Contest: Respect

by Marlee Roberts

I think you forgot who you were dealing with
and for a moment, I almost forgot
her too.

She is not a passive woman who waits idly for your return. She works.
She is not a subdued woman who shuts up when you begin to speak. She has a voice.
She is not a reticent woman who suppresses how she feels. She delivers.
She is not proud woman who can’t own up to her mistakes. She asks forgiveness.
She is a not a scapegoat for your own flaws. She is not to blame.
She is not a doormat to be stepped on. She deserves respect.

She is back. She is strong. She has overcome. And she will again.


Poetry Contest: Peacock

by Alexandra Anna Romanczuk

You pry open my pages professing
You’ve read this novel before

Distant and bored

I am a myriad of women

Rewritten every day

Hold me up to the light

Prism am I

Behold the rainbow sight

I am no fish to be caught

In your omniscient silver net

You will not possess me

Though you claim my hip with your hand

I could not bear to be yours

I am Earth’s daughter

Voluminous, blossoming

I am a woman- luminous

The dance of creation swims

In the sway of these too wide hips

For every art

There is a critic

I do not need an offhand sonnet

From an offhand man

To know I am a treasure

You are transparent

A puffed up peacock

Go- I will not bleed


Poetry Contest: Queen

by Patrice Jackson

A queen,
who quintessence should be felt
when making an entrance
leaving a distant, tactile memory
while her spirit leave an ambivalent
feeling on the mind of other queens
trying to figure out her personality
and class

A queen will never settle
her luscious taste is superior
like fine wine
the smell of her prestige fragrance
aroma lingers in the air like a tropical sea breeze
her persona is standoffish and quiescent
bring about envy of another

A queen honors her king
when the connection become rough
she doesn’t distress
she walks with her head uplifted
makes an immolation choice
go into her private surrounding
she go within intercessor prayer
for her king; family

A queen with sky-high confidence
have bittersweet moments
from fellow women
her flamboyant psyche
leave a sour taste
she is often arcane by a few
many try to figure out her secrets


Poetry Contest: An Encyclical on Cosmetology

by Samantha DeFlitch

I am infinite,

cloaked in memory.

My eyes have watched nations rise and fall, my ears
heard the owl cry at midnight. Upon the mountains,
calloused feet walked in moonlit splendor.

I have arms that nurse the sick,
lips that comfort the dying,
a body that holds the bridge between worlds.

A thousand thousand tales burst beneath my skin:

I have seen the northern lights dance
across a vast, unending sky,
joined a hundred candles blazing
on a warm summer’s eve.
Snow and ice my hands have battled
while the sun set, clear and rose, against the horizon
and with frozen bones
I toiled on-

and when they thawed, my fingers
held the thurible as incense rose
through light of stained glass.

I have touched soil.
I have smelled fresh bread.
I have known life and death.
I have watched the moon rise in the north.
I have walked in frosty fields at dawn.

The things I could speak into existence!

But for all my knowledge, you only want to know
why you cannot touch my hair.


Happy Valentine’s Day

by Vanessa Daniela

Shouting real love to each other.

Behind the worthless past, we reunite in a peaceful world.

With a equality state of mind, we express our gratitude for having each other.

No poverty, no war, no disrespect…

Only harmony and order united in each peace of land.

Cosmic blessings covering our minds with wisdom.

Our wisdom building communities with love –

where freedom and respect are incorporate without hesitation.

Being encouraged, being supportive and being proactive.

Close to perfection, close to heaven, close to apex of love…

Overflowing happiness and sharing meaningful words to everyone

Uncountable times thankful for having you all in my life.

Happy Valentine’s Day!



Poem Contest: Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow

by Mary Willette Hughes

Angry air surrounds him,
turns electric, sizzles.

Her splayed hands thrust out,
arc-spread, like the ribs
of a spider’s web, but his power
sweeps her down, his words
and fist invade her. She fades
into the old, familiar shadows
of shame, anger, silence, pain.

He gathers his weapons of anger,
slams out the kitchen door.

She rises slowly; she vows
to leave his cyclone rage,
to create a life alone. Fragile,
yet tensile as a web-thread, she
seeks her cell phone’s life line,
presses a memorized number
and waits, counting the rings.

She gathers silence, like flowers,
and begins to weave a new design.


Poetry Contest: Women Who Wander

by Ana R.

A local girl washed my hair
Her smile toothy and hair choppy
Her eyes bright and voice gentle
She said she wants to wander, too
Far far away from here
And study a million marvelous things
She didn’t know yet that girls
Are not supposed to become women who wander
Who never stay long
I hope she does wander one day like me
But because of joy
Rather than because of grief
I hope I have bright eyes again someday like her
But because I know the good things in this world
Far outnumber the bad
Even for women who wander
And seek life with bright eyes


Poetry Contest: When You Fall

by  Laura Santner

You will fall
And oh will you fall far sometimes
And not know where to go
And not know where you went
And not know how to speak
But child,
You will learn
Take it all in
And write your sorrows
To find your joy again
Show yourself hope
That got caught in your heart
It’s ok to be uncertain
It’s ok to feel alone
Gather your strength
And I promise child
You will pick yourself back up
And rise
And shine
You will have these moments
And remember that despair is fleeting
Look beyond your dark days
Love your limitations
And think
Because new doors will open every dawn
And discoveries will be made
My child, oh child
You can be that star you dream of
But you must dare to dream it to begin


Poetry Contest: Please don’t

by Sophie May

Please don’t catch me when I fall, because I want to be the one who knows how to pick herself up.

Please don’t whisper me sweet things, for I don’t quite understand those words yet.

Please don’t tell me you love me because I have yet to learn what love really is.

Please don’t serenade me with soft songs, for I will not be able to hear the music.

Please don’t tell me I’m beautiful because I can’t see what you do.

Please don’t tell me it’s going to be ok for I have heard that so many times those words have lost their meaning.

Please don’t tell me to be quite as that will only make me yell louder.

Please don’t get mad at me when I shut off for you don’t know the pain held in behind these doors.

Please don’t stay with me because you think I can’t live without you because you could not be more wrong.

Please do not think that I am only as much as you make me for I will not be changed by you.

Please don’t get mad when I cannot do those things the girls in the short skirts and tight tops do, they aren’t me.

Please don’t compare me to other women, I don’t want to be boxed.

Please don’t try and take me, for you will never find me and you will never own me or any other woman.


Poetry Contest: Done Right

By Alison Johnson

She held the tiny child gently over her thigh,
Patting her back, this child in the pink knit cap and pink striped onesie.
Her munificent smile, her mild face tilted.
This child made of rubber, this doll.
“I am re-parenting myself” She said, holding the small one to her shoulder.
“She will only hear what a child should hear.”
“Just this morning I told her that her hair doesn’t stink.”


Poetry Contest – Red

by Pradita Kapahi

Red was the color I wore on our day,
Red on my body, Red on my forehead,
Red, was the color of your lust that first night,
When Red trickled forth from between my thighs,

Red too was the color, I ken,
When your hand would strike my conscience, my body, my face,
And my screams were Red, crashing into black,
In our love deprived marriage, an empty space.
Red was the color when I lost my womb’s fruit,
When you raped me the night after, Red was the color too.

Now Red is the color when I see you,
Not Red like love,
But fire, rage and pain,
Red like blood.

So tonight when the trigger I did pull,
Red was the color that seeped through your skull,
But White is the color I feel,
White for a woman free at last,
White for a soul at peace…


Poetry Contest – Freedom

by Wendy Lee Klenetsky
Sure, he was her boss and a man whom
she had to obey and with whose wishes she
had to comply.
And sure, he had treated her shabbily;
having used HER creativity to his own
advantage, and taken all of the credit
upon its success.
And sure, he had taken for granted
her loyalty and continued support,
since he was certain that she NEEDED
this monotonous job.
But when she had walked VICTORIOUSLY 
out of his office, having finished
telling him just what he could DO with
his “lousy” job, his face revealed a
look which clearly showed that THIS
was something on which he had NOT counted.
And sure, aside from getting his “goat”,
there was one more thing which he hadn’t 
IMAGINED her getting.. HER FREEDOM!!!

I Am Not a Stereotype by Deborah Palmer.

I am not a Stereotype

Stereotypes Hurt.  No More Labels!!

Women of all colors, races, religions ethnic groups and nationalities face double jeopardy. 

I will not be defined by the narrow conventions of your mangled mind.

Me and Patti LaBelle got a new attitude.


I will not be typecast by the slant of my eyes, the color of my skin or country of origin.

I am a Woman of faith of dignity who demands and commands respect.

I refuse to suffer indignities of your racist sexist perversions.

I follow the laws of God as dictated by my belief system whatever it may be.

I am not an exotic playtoy or life size Barbie doll existing only to gratify, satisfy or fulfill your twisted sadistic carnal predilections.

I am not the one and today is not your day.

I will not be afraid and will not back down.

I am not a victim.

I am more than a survivor.

I am defiant.

You do not have license to ill.

My height, weight, shape do not delineate me as a loose woman or a hot number.

I am not your Ethiopian Chocolate Fantasy or submissive Asian delight found in the back covers of men’s magazines.

I am not your Indian Maiden with feathers in her hair or a sari wrapped around her waist.

If I’m a Lesbian nothing between your legs will make me straight and certainly does not impress me.

Whatever fever you got, be it Jungle Fever, Yellow Fever, Red Fever, Hot Spicy Latina Fever, I’m about to throw cold water all over it and knock you out cold. Get over yourself. You’re not all that and a bag of chips.

I choose who, when, where and if I will lay my body down.

I am the Goddess and only the worthy may gain access to the Temple. As Women we are called to maintain order in the Universe. Ladies ~ Realize your calling.

Ladies sexual abuse, workplace bullying and sexual harassment is the Elephant in the Room that everybody sees but fails to acknowledge its presence. Instead we step lightly around him hoping he will go away of his accord. Do not remain silent.

Speak up. Speak out.




Poetry Contest: Women Are Power

by Nicole Deleon

Women are power
They try to talk down on us like were cowards
Juvenile thoughts let their brains be consumed
by idiotic views and heated fumes that leaves our hearts bruised
I hope theres still hope and were not doomed
Us ladies have to stand up
Can’t take the abuse anymore
Its all so abrupt
In this world thats just a bit too much corrupt
Tenacious inflations
led to believe the lies fed to us through those tv stations
Chaos runs through the static
Leaving everyone in a panic
Attacks that aren’t even announced
Women are shoved like were renounced
Other countries have no choice
To I’m hear to scream out to the world
To show them they still have a voice
its time to rejoice
Labeled as a minority
Doesn’t mean we lack authority
Have no fear
Were have to make ourselves clear
We can get that job because we worked for it
Don’t give us the excuse that were unfit
This can’t be the reason to our being
All that we know is just misleading
They don’t prepare us for the worst
Yet the worst is happening and we have to take it forced
But of course our minds are meant to fight and go
Against the world with world with no remorse
Books and words from the ones before
Only told us the good about the world
Taken by surprise
When they told us how to live our lives
If we live by that , might as well be tranquillized
All of us are the same
Same destinations
but different trains
Stories of happiness or pain
After the storm theres always gonna be sunshine rays
No matter what theres always a way
To speak up no matter how trapped you feel today
Fear your crowns cause were all queens
Gender rules seem so obscene
Some are tied down to the track and can’t be freed if everyone just stands Around to record the scene
its us against them
Were a bigger team
Attack society cause we all know the truth
I’m less but only after ruth
I’m greater than the nasty words society have stated
Why are we trying to live in a world full of hate that this race created
I feel like punching the one who made it
Separating my thoughts from the ones my souls alleviated
i hope you get the gist
Change the world without your fingers curled in a fist
Were the planets most beautiful creation
Nobody knows how to show a decent demonstration of inspiration
and proper communication
opportunity and inclined aspirations
What were living now is just full of segregation
and with all that we still have to have an obligation to our nation
filled with all this deprecation
We need a transformation
Lets write our own declaration
its about making a stronger foundation
so equality can arise
so we don’t have to walk around in disguise
Wise minds dont apologize
be you and fight for the things you should be able to say or do
make everyone get a clue
Enough with females feeling like their color has to be blue
inside it might be true
But the self pity book is way over due
hold your head up and make the difference
time to show out
Dont be afraid to be vigorous
im sick of ignorance


Poetry Contest Third Place Wisdom From A Tree

by Sequoah Glaster

There many different kinds
Some are tall some have vines
But one thing they all have in common
Is the deep powerful femininity from the divine
All life forms need their nurturing energy
Giving it’s life force so selflessly
so that we could all breathe
The one who stand strong and silent
But speaks a message with such volume and clarity
She is the one who teaches us to give love no matter what and unconditionally
And to follow in her divine essence
That is the wisdom from a tree.


Women’s March: Embrace each other and let’s battle for our rights

I read this article “Race Issues and the Women’s March on Washington” on the New York Times, and I cannot believe that we are discussing race few days before the March in Washington and other parts of United States. Please do not get distracted by the ethic issues.

There is no doubt that there are problems about this subject that need to be solved. However, this concept is misleading and haunting us. I can assure that we can achieve much more goals together. Nobody is better than anyone and life can be more enjoyable if we have peace.

We have an extensive list of women issues that need to be solved. Embrace each other and let’s battle for our rights.


New York Times

Race Issues and the Women’s March on Washington




Poetry Contest Second Place Lucy 8

by Jessica Broutt

Lucy is beautiful
She has plump little pink hands
And black hair that curls
Just at then ends

Lucy is fearless
She squashes bugs on her way home
Even though they were on the grass
And not on her cement path

Lucy is smart
She can count to 500
If someone helps her out at the hard parts

Lucy is tall
She towers over the tallest boy in her class
By a full inch

Lucy is beautiful
Inside and out
She gives her snack away when Marjorie
Forgets hers
And the snack was frosted animal cookies
So you really know its true

Lucy is wise
She listens to her teachers conversations
And devises plans for how to divide up the class
In different reading groups
But most of all Lucy is herself
And as much as she pretends and plays
To be someone else
Somewhere else
She’s never seriously thought of being
Anyone else


Poetry Contest – First Place Equality and Vision

by Christy Birmingham

Self-respecting we stand,
Where once we did hunch over
With guilt, second-prize ribbons and a
Countertop lined with ingredients to cook.

We stand tall in the glow of securing the
Right to vote, as we step toward visions of
Our equality with the muscular forces –
Let’s see the vision soon without wearing glasses,
Even within home walls where cameras do not go.

There is still work to do, as we strive for
Equal pay and we are haunted by the
Memories of physical and emotional abuse,
From past years, last months and this morning.

There are bodies that choose to chain us down.

We speak up louder with each day that passes,
Striving to reach a volume that cracks windows of
Disregard. We do not pass on opportunities to
Honor and represent the women who
Have brought us to the path we travel today.

We thank these women, we step into their footprints, and
We stretch the size of their shoes a little more with
Each day that passes.
I hope that we honor them well.


Poetry Contest Winners

Hey Everybody,

Thank you to everyone who took the time to write powerful and motivational poems.
It was not easy to make a decision, but we are please to announce the winners of the First  We Are All The Same Project Poetry Contest.




First Place

Christy Birmingham

Second place 

Jessica Broutt

Third Place

Sequoah Glaster

Congratulations to all of you for making the difference.

“Never underestimate the difference YOU can make in the lives of others”.

All the poems will be published, however, we will post one per day.


Vanessa Daniela


Stalking should be taken seriously



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If you are in immediate danger, please call 911

January is National Stalking Awareness Month and it is fundamental to alert the society that stalking should be taken seriously. Classifying as a childish behavior and ignoring the signs of being stalked are very common behaviors in our society, however, a lot of cases can quickly escalate and the victim can end up abused and/or dead.

According to the Stalking National Center, about 7.5 millon people are stalked in one year in United States.

  • 61% of this number are female victims are stalked by a current or former intimate partner.
  • 76% of intimate partner femicide* victims have been stalked by their intimate partner.
  • 67% had been physically abused by their intimate partner.
  • 89% of femicide victims who had been physically assaulted had also been stalked in the 12 months before their murder.
  • 79% of abused femicide victims reported being stalked during the same period that they were abused.
  • 54% of femicide victims reported stalking to police before they were killed by their stalkers.


Unfortunately, threatening, attacking, assaulting and killing are situations suffered by the victims. Stalkers can be unpredictable and dangerous. In addition, their behaviors do not follow a partner; they can start an indirect communication by texting and suddenly be at the victim’s doorstep.

So, if you are a victim suffering from being stalked, what should you do about it?


Every victim should have a safety plan. You can create one in your own or just follow the Stalking Safety Plan  created by trained professionals from the National Center for Victims of Crime .

The guide has several safety tips such as:

  • Have a phone nearby at all times, preferably one to which the stalker has never had access.  Memorize emergency numbers, and make sure that 911 and helpful family or friends are on speed dial.
  • Vary routines, including changing routes to work, school, the grocery store, and other places regularly frequented.
  • Do not interact with the person stalking or harassing you. Responding to stalker’s actions may reinforce their behavior.

Click here to read the complete guide:

Being well-informed and prepared will keep you safer.

Help us to raise awareness about stalking. It is real and must be taken seriously. If you were stalked and would like to share your story with us. Please send an e-mail to weareallthesameproject@gmail.com.


*femicide definition by Dictionary.com

1. the act of killing a woman, as by domestic partner 

or a member of a criminal enterprise

2. massacre of women and girls


Inspirational Woman Interview: Tilde Holm — Inspirational Women Series

Tilde Holm is an 18-year old Swedish girl, currently studying social sciences with a specialization in international relations. As a hobby activist and spare time writer she wants to make a change, and believes that using her words on the internet is a good way to do so. Tilde is the director of the PR […]

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Happy Any Kind Of Celebration!

IMG_4530.JPGThe last days of the year can be overwhelming, happy and/or sad. However, it is a good moment to reflect what we went thru, to give back and write down our next years’ resolutions. Independent of your beliefs, I invite all of you to be respectful to and accept each other. Also, be thankful for everything good that happened to you.
Even though, we know that a lot of you went and/or going thru a lot this year. That you might be out there: fleeing in a war, perishing in poverty and/or being abused, and I ask whoever or whatever you believe that enlighten and protect you and your family.

Wishing a better year for all of those that is perishing and everybody else.

I thank everyone that supported the blog and the social media channels on the last three months. We are a new group that together will try to make the best to promote gender equality and women empowerment’s.

I hope God give me strength to continue this project and help local communities and also people’s around the World. We had people from India, USA, Brazil, Ecuador, and Israel reading our blog. I do expect to reach people from more places. Be free to share your opinions and thoughts thru poetry and/or other forms of art. The blog is here for me and for you.

Here and there we expect to promote equality. We Are All The Same and we inspire for a better life. Be respectful, be kind, and respect each other.

Merry Christmas!

Happy Hanukkah!

Happy Kwanza!

Happy New Year!

Happy Holidays!

Happy any kind of celebration!!!


Vanessa Daniela

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Girls’ Globe Book Tour – First Stop: Sweden

Girls' Globe

What we read can influence our thoughts, dreams and goals. Stories are powerful and so, too, are storytellers. Grab a book written by a strong woman who speaks her mind and you can be sure of a read free from meek female characters waiting in the background for a prince to save them!

Join Girls’ Globe on a global book tour of female authors translated into English. Our first stop is Sweden – here are five writers who are sure to serve you spellbinding stories.

All of Karolina Ramqvist’s writing is political. She is one of Sweden’s most well-known contemporary feminist writers, unafraid to spell out uncomfortable truths. Her style is simple and elegant, while the content is raw and fiery. Read the psychological The White City, about former gangster’s girlfriend, Karin, who suddenly finds herself alone with a baby and a pile of bills she can’t pay. The reader follows Karin’s fall from luxury housewife to…

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