Modern day society is deeply rooted in victim blaming. We have unfortunately created a broken system where women first scrutinized for their clothes and actions before even receiving the help and support they need. This poem describes the sad realty of many sexual assault survivors and serves as a message to society to do better.
Change is the law of life. Nothing is perfect and everything needs evolution, improvements, and change either on a smaller level or a bigger level. Each organization, institution, community, and even the smallest unit, citizens, need changes from time to time. As time passes by, everyone’s perspective of understanding the world keeps evolving, and then they see the flaws and need for changes in this world. Most of them ignore it, but those who get concerned about it and wish to implement the changes are called Changemakers, an unbiased community that seeks the betterment of the society going beyond the barriers of caste, race, region, and religion.
The generational trauma of my ancestors Still store themselves within my teenage mind. I flinch at sudden movements of a cis white male And begin reciting my eulogy through my head. I did not get the chance to message my mother goodbye.
“Go back to where you came from!” already forgetting That their foundation was built upon the backs of The beated, bruised, and dark skinned.
Dallas is an ever growing and bustling city. However the city is still behind on some very important issues. This includes the problem of foster care. Thousands of foster care children are left to fend for themselves in the system because the system lacks the resources and manpower to do something about it. Dallas may be growing and moving forward but the Foster care system is falling behind. The Dallas Morning News claims that according to Judge Janis Graham Jack three children died in the state’s foster care system because of lack of care and neglect.
I hope you readers might have understood what I’m talking about.Yes! You got it right.I know that this topic is common these days.Now people don’t get shy to talk about this. And I think there is nothing to get shy about.
After saying all this still there is a thorn that always hurts.When we hear the so called superstitions made by don’t know who?Have you ever thought about it?
Firstly,when I had entered this phase I got to know about so many rules which are even worst than my school rules.I heard my mom telling me not to step in the store room and too in the religious places.Why?
This article involves the anecdote of a women explaining the way she has been oppressed. I won’t say more because when you read it you will get your answers. Hi, I’m Rabia! I’m here to tell you about the darkest night of my life. Please read till the last. So, let’s go back to the time when I was fourteen years old. After a hard day of toil at my parents land, I was having a short nap. That’s when a group of twenty year olds abducted me from my home and dragged me into the forest next to my village. Can’t you predict what happened next?
I find it crucial to re address this matter because of how many people are being targeted & harmed just for being part of a different religious group,and the people behind these tragedies seem to be overwhelmed with the suffering of others..Having my work submitted on this site has given me an opportunity and platform to finally speak up and be heard, which is my only goal.
We think, who cares? How could those empires from thousands of years ago affect our lives today? Here’s some food for thought: What if the empires and eras of the world were in a meeting together? What would they say to each other? How would they react? And finally, what if they can’t get along? How important are the early ones to our current time and age? All good questions…
Hi. My name is Ayushi Abhilipsa Rout. I’m a teenager from India., hoping to spread this message. The greatest virtue of humankind is humanity which is receding nowadays. My article brings up an issue about the near destruction of humanity. This issue needs more voices to call out and I hope my readers will cater to these needs.
America has gone backwards. Lynchings have returned and they all blame it on depression even though there is no record of it. This poem is written as a response of such heinous acts and how racism has been an issue since the time of our grandparents. That we will continue what we started and it will end with us.