Violence against women and girls is an issue not only nationwide but globally, and has been an issue for many years. This issue is a huge problem for women across the globe. The number of ways that women have experienced violence would put someone at a loss for words. But, what is the cause of […]
by Jacob Rodriguez
Comprised of beautiful chaos,
And soulful fury.
She commands grace at her will.
She has the cosmos in her eyes,
And the world at the tip of her tongue.
She is love and she is light.
1000 suns dare match her radiance.
She is the end all be all.
She is you.
by Alea Nesbit
Is that all you have to say?
If I hear you are pretty again
I believe my guts will begin to twist and
burn and the only way to save me from this torture is to cut them and let them spill out on the floor.
I’m tired of being pretty.
Cause pretty fades.
I rather hear how my words makes your heart tremble like the waves of an earthquake, where the fault line created from the impact of a conversation transpired from my lips will leave you forever changed & never the same.
I much rather hear how my presence entering a room is a megaton of energy that can set the whole earth vibrating like a bell.
Pretty is as pretty does.
But I rather be looked at as more.
I rather much be told that my very presence has the power to inspire a whole generation of warriors.
I rather hear how my love melts rocks like the sun, that it can cause the seas to dry up but yet harmless as a dove.
I rather hear how my passion is like a burning flame. Giving you a scar you proudly proclaim.
I want to hear how my smile encompasses the light of the world. Notice how I hold heaven in my spirit.
Tell me I belong amongst the wildflowers, because I freely bloom with petals for my feet, even when the season change I will always begin again.
If the words formed from your lips are your
so pretty, I rather much hear nothing at all.
Cause silence speaks louder then words sometimes.
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder and we all are more then just a pretty face
To all the girls who prove that they are no less than men.
Don’t consider her weak
As she can shake the world under your feet..
She is a sister, she is a wife
She is the one who has given you life…
You insult her and call her by names
Trying to put her character in blame…
Don’t consider her powerless as she is quite
Coz when the time comes she can also fight..
And if breaks the limit of her tolerance
She will give answers to every violence..
Her shyness is her weakness is just a myth
coz if she turns into Kaali she can tear up your ribs…
by Vanessa Daniela
I was reading the book, “I am Malala,” last month. I was motivated to describe how I felt reading her book. It was an inspirational and profound life lesson for me; I believe it would be for many others. I do regret not reading it before now. Malala is an energetic and motivated woman. Her willingness to educate girls and boys around the World is Magnifique.
In the book, she describes her life in Valley of Swat in Pakistani and then in Birmingham, England. Malala’s father was a school teacher; she was considered lucky in her town for having such understanding and supportive father.
When I have gone thru difficult moments in my life, especially traumas that affected my learning abilities within different periods of my life, I was very distracted by things that were not adding to my education.
Fortunately, I did graduate from college, and I also acquired a master’s degree. However, I do feel that I am still catching up on subjects that I haven’t learned in the past. I deeply regret not reading more or learn everything that I could once I had the opportunity to do so and had fewer domestic and career responsibilities.
During the period of my life when I had fewer constraints on my time, I wish somebody like Malala would have shown me that far worse things can happen to us. However, that our motivation can take us anywhere and everywhere our dreams might lead us.
Nowadays, I have been watching documentaries, reading about war, paying attention to terrorism activities, and evaluating the need for more gender equality. I feel overwhelmed because there is so much violence degrading our World; it is hard to find the motivation I feel that I should have to fight human rights. However, I know in my heart that we cannot give up. Reading the book, “I am Malala,” was another reminder of that fact. We have to use our strengths to bring peace and equality to the World.
Let’s be brave like Malala! Do not let fear stop us from making our Earth a better place.
Malala’s Speech to UN Youth Takeover
…The terrorists thought that they would change our aims and stop our ambitions but nothing changed in my life except this: Weakness, fear and hopelessness died. Strength, power and courage was born. I am the same Malala. My ambitions are the same. My hopes are the same. My dreams are the same.
Dear sisters and brothers, I am not against anyone. Neither am I here to speak in terms of personal revenge against the Taliban or any other terrorists group. I am here to speak up for the right of education of every child. I want education for the sons and the daughters of all the extremists especially the Taliban…
Honourable Secretary General, peace is necessary for education. In many parts of the world especially Pakistan and Afghanistan; terrorism, wars and conflicts stop children to go to their schools. We are really tired of these wars. Women and children are suffering in many parts of the world in many ways. In India, innocent and poor children are victims of child labour. Many schools have been destroyed in Nigeria. People in Afghanistan have been affected by the hurdles of extremism for decades. Young girls have to do domestic child labour and are forced to get married at early age. Poverty, ignorance, injustice, racism and the deprivation of basic rights are the main problems faced by both men and women…
…Dear brothers and sisters, we want schools and education for every child’s bright future. We will continue our journey to our destination of peace and education for everyone. No one can stop us. We will speak for our rights and we will bring change through our voice. We must believe in the power and the strength of our words. Our words can change the world…
…So let us wage a global struggle against illiteracy, poverty and terrorism and let us pick up our books and pens. They are our most powerful weapons.
One child, one teacher, one pen and one book can change the world.
Education is the only solution. Education First.
Image Source: Financial Times
by D. Avery
Some women had their last treatment today
Some their first
Some were untreated.
Some had heart attacks, some died
Some women felt dead inside
Others felt vibrant and alive.
Baby girls were born today
borne of women become mothers
While others became aunts, mentors, friends.
Today, and yesterday, and tomorrow.
Some will feel joy, some will feel sorrow.
Some women were betrayed today
Some endured violence and pain
Fell down, got pushed around
Got up, tried again.
Women endured today.
Some were supported, some were supportive
Some felt hate, some were hated.
Some gave love, some were loved.
Around the world, women endure
Some fall ill, some rise cured
Some are able to feel the hope and the good
Of a worldwide sisterhood.
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by L.L. Lynch
The blue, the moon, the stars and I
All in the dark we do reside
Our faces bright as mountain sides
Whose flesh is clothed like virgin brides.
Constant as the tides we are
Both high and low and near and far
Deceptively strong yet weak and starved
Like ballerinas at the barre
We exist for you both more and less
Until you lose all interest
And then you’ll watch with baited breath
by Tricia Drammeh
Our stories in one great book
Bound by love and hope
Together we learn
Using lessons from the past
To shape our futures
Together we grow
Reaching for equality
Strong and confident
Together we rise
Holding signs and grasping hands
Together we shine
Our light cannot be contained