Empowerment Stories

I am a grown woman that writes in her diary, and I’m not ashamed of it.I was given a diary at the age of ten, not knowing the purpose of having one. I didn’t have a lot of things to talk about, only how annoying people in my immediate family are. Two years later, an assignment was given in class about journal writing, and I took to it immediately. During that summer, I bought a cheap spiral-bound notebook and began writin...

Her beauty represents us wellHer intellect does us proudSoft as a feather; yet strong as steelShe lives her life out loudHer bright future is our bright futureHer failures aren’t hers aloneWhen she feels pain we feel the sameAfter all she's one of our ownShe possesses a lifelong membership In the mightiest club in the worldPower was placed in the palm of her handThe day she was born a girlHer eyes sparkle with the light o...

I was born in a cityWhere there is no love, no unityI was born in a countryWhere disease and hunger bites as if a mosquito was sucking your BloodI was born in a worldWhere my colour means segregationI was born in a landWhere hardship liesWhere power means corruptionWhere killing means survivingI was born in a homeWhere one bed means five peopleWhere one slice of bread means five belliesI was born in a universe where survi...

Jane, slender short andplain enough, in a teal room, bay window,daybed, cream primrose cottonblanket, antiqued mirror, Monetprint on the wall (morning light, pale autumn, the City), hardbound Pelican Shakespeare on the oakchair, open to a page ofCymbelineUntil her aunt (bymarriage) arrived, back from Europe, bearing among her richspoils to be distributed, withunstinting worldly hand, aPurple patent leather bomber jacketFo...