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Hope For Our Girls

The fight against women’s oppression recognizes that suppressing a girl is devastating, not just to her, but to her family and her nation. We hope the current administration will work to dismantle practices and norms that allow for widespread marginalization of (especially poor) women and girls.

Minor Misfortunes of Being a Minor

The below poem was submitted anonymously through VeryLoudYouth’s “Speak it Loud” contest. It’s difficult to be a kid when you are right, Especially if all the world expects you to be wrong, Well, maybe not all, but most of them have lost sight, That kids sometimes go right just as adults go wrong. It’s difficult…

Interview: Kodi Okebalama

In a world where almost anything goes, children need to have boundaries. It is upsetting to hear about poverty, violence, and illiteracy around the world, but I am most upset by cultures that indulge youth who idolize unnecessary behaviors.

Jamike’s Farm

Unemployment causes problems. Also, many people do not have the commitment or mental power to stand out in this environment. Young people should be reminded to focus on the right priorities — money isn’t everything.

Where there is love

“The world is out to get me. I have known this. Every day it advances with minor attacks slowly taking bits of my willpower. Soon I will be left with nothing.’ The first day I met Ms. Hare, I listened to her perfect voice, and watched her tuck her perfect hair behind her perfect ear too…

Where We Belong

 Feel our voices. Hear our hearts. Make haste to see us march. Watch us move mountains. Help us lift shadows. Let us find What lies beneath. Minds that think. Mouths that speak. Something to say. And people who listen. Souls too. In that place in between.  Deep down. There. We believe. The heart is where we…

The Boy who Wishes

Come see where he lays, his heart as it bleeds, See how he cries as he falls from the insults we hurl. Come feel the sting of the jokes we tell and the storm in his heart swell. Feel the burning flame that devours him from within. Come see the Boy who wishes his star…