Girl From The Street The street knows you well We call you a street girl The street doesn’t give birth to you Who send you to the road or what pushes you? I know you had parents before What changes your residence and brought…
This is a story about a sister's love and the struggles of mental illness, from the perspective of someone who is recovering from the struggles of PTSD. I hope you enjoy it. For Nancy The night felt balmy, but I felt no ease…
I am the President and founder of Standup for Women Society (SWS), Senior Principal Partner in God’s Glory Chambers and Executive Director, Eliphaz House of Love Foundation. Barr. Abosede D. Ijadele-Adetona serves as the…
Which parent today on hearing that the child will be killed, nailed on the Cross, shot on the head like what is happening in the two regions of Cameron, will remain unworried? Just like Mary who escaped to Egypt for safety,…
I dont add strangers on my facebook, my purpose to have a Facebook account is not make friends with man. My profile is to stay connected with those people whom I met in real world, as at times people change places and phone…
Bery difficult to share this to world ,that we are looking them and they begs us ,reality can not hidden anymore ,even they have wooden homes in villages but can not servival income, There are 2 young boys with polio 1 adult…
Woman, You belong everywhere that important decisions about our world are made. Woman, You belong. Be it at the top, under, beside, in front, behind, by the way, roadside, in convention, conferences, Congress, international…
Am no longer a swimmer,in the ocean of dreamers. An overflowing ocean,which never gets dry,for human tears are its source. An ocean of its kind,where it's inhabitants are exhausted, from pressure of the universe. Densely…
I know that mothers day is over but still I wrote a poem about how great mothers are. A mother is a woman who is willing to sacrifice for her children. A mother is one of the most caring people in the world, no matter the…
Hello: I speak here to give a little information about my art, I love to listen to songs and so much because of the song that I have been added to my people, because I was singing people, because they were known to me. They…
Aching and Battered Women of Kashmir Sumera B. Reshi According to Daina Mankin Phelps, author of “A Mother’s Side of War”, “For every wounded warrior, there is a multitude of family, friends, and communities who are forever…
From dark to light From fear to hope I emerge I am black I am back I am new but true To the real me You see Lockdown created space For me To finally be me For the 1st time
"It is easier to build stronger children than heal broken adults" is a deeply illuminating statement I read yesterday from our dear Karen's raw, heartbreaking account of the abuse she experienced in childhood . That…
Hello Everyone, I hope you are having a great day. I did this spoken word piece to encourage women that they are not defined by the negative thoughts, emotions, projections and actions of men. Words hurt and it does feel…
I came across this wonderful platform or World Pulse where women from all across the globe share their empowering stories and inspire many women out there, and fortunately I am the one among those women who got the…
Me Amor When in cold and dark lonely nights I go out on the roof. I feel as if I am just a shadow walking in the moonlight. As if my body and soul is residing at some other place. My shadow will look in the night sky which…
Even with our tied hands and stitched mouth. Our presence and existence is equally needed for the world to move on. Without us, the world comes to a standstill. Woman is the power. The power is us.
Even with our tied hands and our stitched mouths. They need us. Our presence and existence is equally needed for the world to move on. Without us, the world comes to a standstill. Woman is power.
Hello Beautiful People, I wanted to share my spoken word poetry piece with you all. It’s about confronting your deepest thoughts, not suppressing them and being okay with not being okay. I will leave the link below. Please…
Arts seems to be what people think is amazing but it is a display of ones inner thoughts that is why I wrote this to honour the artists. An artist displays anger in his paintings, love, hatred, anger, sadness, fustration and…
I am lost. I am badly lost, confused, dreadfully falling prey to hopelessness. People haunt and positivity too serves me poison. I don't think I can ever make to happiness again for sure all I am surrounded by is my own…
Is with grand sign of honor that we come to your high authority to seek what is written in the subject place. We are a human right activist NGO, operating in Africa, Democratic Republic of Congo. The man on the picture…
Your Disability won't stop you Your disability won't cripple you There is so much power in you You're just different, unique differently-able you see not less than, oh no but powerful, mighty your blindness, sickness, cancer…
