∗ I am no Poet but, sometimes, the strict structure of a poem can be really rewarding. I wrote this a while back but never got around to posting it. So here goes …
‘RUBY! Oh Ruby, you know you shouldn’t wonder like this. Look at your feet, they’re blacker than coal.’ ‘What will your Mother say?’ chided Mrs Chatterly in her disapproving voice.
Ruby’s ears pricked at this. A smile flickered across her face as she crept deeper into the shadows of the walnut trees. The cool patches of grass tickled her bare feet. She stood still for a moment, stretching out her arms to their full length, feeling the muscles sing with tension. Her fingers danced in the streams of light that filtered through the thick branches above her. She twirled her body, like a spinning top, faster and faster until the trees melded into one canvas of green and black. She waited for that brief feeling of lightness, just between standing and falling, that moment of unrestrained freedom. Blackness.
When the whole world is silent, even one voice becomes powerful.
Let us remember: One book, one pen, one child, and one teacher can change the world.
Education helped all of us become who we are today. But more than 62 million girls around the world – half of whom are adolescent – are denied the right to an education. When girls aren’t given the chance to realize their potential, the whole world loses out.
Excerpt from Website
In school, we learn that our voices matter. Tweet or Instagram
a black and white portrait and share what you learned in school:
“In school, I learned ____. #62MillionGirls don’t have that chance.”
Let’s share the love and pass it forward…