Akira was a young girl who grew up in a poor neighborhood. Her childhood was marked by violence, abuse, and neglect. Her parents were addicted to drugs, often engaging in violent fights.
Akira recalled the sound of her parents’ screams, the smell of smoke and alcohol, and the overwhelming feeling…
Love is like a poet writing a poem –
Crossing out words,
Erasing sentences and lines,
Sometimes trashing the whole page.
He might do this with rage,
Then start again on a new slate
With more love, not hate,
Searching for the right words –
The perfect fit for his heart’s expression.
So don’t stop loving.
You might meet…
I am a Motswana,
A young girl striving for success.
Trusting the gifts that we have been granted
By our ancestors and God.
Believing in the power of my voice and the beauty of my skin.
Embracing the uniqueness of my hair, which is as black as mud.
The way I walk reflects the flow…