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#WorldChildrensDay - Our own Little Community
My name is Sasha, I’m 13 and I live in Romania. This is my story of how #IFeltIncluded . About 2 years ago I moved to Italy. I knew nobody in the country and I was really stressed about making new friends. What are people in Italy even like? I had no idea! When I got there I saw that many kids were similar to those in Romania! I got along well with a lot of people but I didn’t make any close friends and still felt a bit like an outsider. Later, I made friends with one boy that helped me feel a lot more included. He was from England, he was my age and very funny. We became friends and talk to...
Magic of Friendship
Peace is an active relationship characterized by cooperation, harmony and the ability to address differences without resorting to violence.
Why I do self-advocacy as a deafblind youth
Earth
Birds in the grey sky Fly faster The clouds of smoke Are on their way Fly faster I hear the footsteps The poachers are here Fishes of the sea Get out of the water The sewage sludge Is getting close Get out of the water I smell something It must be the oil Animals of the land Run away Your habitat Is coming down Run away I hear a roar I think it's the hum of the lumberjack's saw Earth closes her eyes She doesn't want to watch her light dwindle away Earth cries out for help 'Don't let man force me astray' Earth Don't lose hope in us We are coming your way We hear your plea Continue to pray
Heatwaves disrupt our daily lives
Golden Doll
Deprived in guise of empowerment, I am accustomed to all imprisonment. Infirmity is lurking behind the veil of delicacy, Suppressing my voice in the name of decency. My beauty is a mere affectation. I yearn for a long isolation. Yes, I have a moon-lit face, Under enduring vigil of the Sun's mate. I can't boast of my radiance. My life is paying all allowance. Yes, I have the ocean blues eyes, That embodies life's subtle dyes; Where the dreams used to glide merrily, But now shed tears heavily. Yes, I have nimbus like hair, That bear the exploitation like air. The vermilion mark that used to...
When we are together
Weep Child
Weep child Weep for green you'll cease to see Weep for white turning blue Weep for blue turning black Weep, now the sky is red Thank you, Asha Though joey cannot find her mother Mim cannot go back now It's too hot in there It's not home anymore We may loose new titi He has nowhere to go It's hot And I don't know him yet Turtles for the sea We feed them a lot Now they cannot swim Hold the sun Don't let it sink Weep child For your own baby's place Growing are mountains of despair Angry rivers flowing despite Oceans having had enough Too much to hold in Now they are splashing hard Lashing out at...
Brightening the tunnel for those in the dark
Autonomy and Resistance
My story, my testimony
Inclusion is integration
LGBTQ+ rights advocate Ruairí Holohan reimagines a world with no discrimination
Education is a right for every child
As a child and a youth activist who grew up in a developing country, a country where not every child has access to quality education, I have developed a passion to raise awareness and help promote quality education to all children in my society and worldwide . My name is Omary Mwesongo and I grew up in Tanzania. I have obtained the most quality education my parents could offer me. But I haven't been happy with the education that I got and which I am still getting because millions of children in Tanzania and beyond have no access to quality education due to different social-economical and...
Home isn’t Home Anymore
The thing that many people feel now is that home is no longer homey. When the home does not feel like a home, the party that feels disadvantaged will end up feeling lonely. I had a conversation with my friends about it, and they turned out to feel the same. They are not really close with their parents either. The complexity within them makes it difficult to be open to the people around them. Some say, "I can't tell others because they will only compare the problems they face with mine and consider me weak." This caused fear and made them feel worse. However, from the parents' side, they might...
Our dear friend
This is a poem I wrote for a school assignment and one of my teachers suggested sharing it! So here it is. Intoxicated. Transparent and translucent shapes pollute the sandy plains like, splotches of paint on pure canvas. Wings, once flying, now dying. Trapped in plastic’s chokehold, they cannot escape. We, the children, horrified- The waves who once watched me grow, the seas that used to caress me tightly, now flooded in scarlet fury. Azure sea howls and roars, vicious, vexed, violent. Deep blue devours chunks of grainy sand like ruthless predators attacking prey. She’s a cold-blooded thief...