Bethechange Stories

Life is hard enough when you are what the rest of the world calls "normal", but it's even harder when you don't fit that mold. Krissy Baylor has never fit that mold and her whole life she's been made out to be the freak. With high school starting, Krissy's anxiety skyrockets and she knows everything will only get worse. Yet, when Krissy meets another girl who also doesn't fit the normal mold, a beautiful friendship and journey of inclusivity spark. Along with other friends, they set out to help create the world they wanna live in. Through highs, lows, and tragedy; the group sets sites on changing the world.

Even the tiniest creature on earth deserves respect. Equality is not similarity. Being equal doesn't mean being identical. It means accept and respect the right to be different.

A poetry collection expressing emotions of feeling at your lowest to finally realizing you are worth so much more than you are giving yourself credit for.

Poetry for Today

According to @unicef , India has the highest absolute number of Child #brides in the world- 15,509,000! While the number is down by 51% since 2000( According to an article in @economictimes), States of Bihar, Rajasthan and West Bengal still remain hubs of this #social #evil. Deeply rooted cultural norms and lack of education are some of the reasons for the prevalence of this practice. Educating daughters is not seen as a priority. Parents would rather save money for dowry than invest in their child's education. #TrueStory Adolescents, both boys and girls, need to be empowered and educated. There's a need to make them feel strong enough and SAFE enough to stand up against it. India is working towards eliminating child, early and forced marriage by 2030. We would love for you to be a part of this initiative in your own little way- educate your drivers and house help, tell them that it's both morally and legally wrong. Save the girl child from all the horrific sexual, psychological and physical trauma that comes with early marriage.

I have known the storm inside my mind Where the waves beat at my skull, And hurtful words bear down on me While demons take their toll.

Amara lived in a world that was run off of a book. So did the rest of her friends and family. The entire country ran off of this thick book of rules and plans, and nobody complained. Well, nobody except for Haitsly. Haitsly was always complaining about the government and the way it was run. She was always criticizing the things that the officers and people in power did. Amara believed differently. As Haitsly's best friend she would always listen to her and her thoughts on the subject, but she would always counteract with the good things that came from this system, like the age of prosperity they were living in and the leisurely lives they led. But this story is not about their leisurely lives. It is about how those lives were taken away. 《Original story, all characters are mine, a sequel might come out soon, I had to write this for school but I thought that some of you might enjoy it》

Entry for the contest #BeingGandhi

"If you want to make the world a better place take a look in the mirror and make the change."- MJ

The situation : Mom: Who are you planning to vote for? Me: Um.. I wish I dint have to... Mom: Why?????? Me: If you give me five bad oranges and ask me to chose one, I'd rather go without! Mom: You and your crazy ideas! Kids these days! God save them! Me: (Huffs in frustration) : I'M NOT A KID! Result - This overly dramatic poem! - A rant by the inner me...

Be the change and help the change. Do not be apart of the norms. Take away the black and white and make people become more than what society can mold you to become. Be better the great and listen to my words with an open mind.

- a reflective poem

it is poem, that reveals the truth of life in very simple yet interesting way..and it is real incident from my life i hope you like it

Permanent tears stained my face. "We shall run" I trembled on the verge of breaking free. "We shall run..." He repeated shifting on his carpet. I hoisted myself into a sitting position looking out of the chained windows. The visible stars twinkled and shimmered. "One day," I thought "I'll be free.." My eyes scanned the room full of yarn and thread. "One day..." I repeated slowly drifting into a heavy slumber. -------------------------------------------- I breathe the same sadness as an enclosed cheetah. Longing to stretch. Longing to run. I want to feel the rugged dirt beneath my feet and the warm sky above my head. All this is false hope. I am stuck. I am stuck. I am stuck for an eternity.

Someone out there cares!💜

Just an inspirational poem ... Hope everyone likes it ...

Sometimes we got to ask ourselves some questions. How do we stand true with love and live a life of correction? It's up to everyone to make this correction, let's take it slow, section by section. There is so much left to know, so let's invite Divine Intervention. True love is a gift, from something up above. It shines so bright and its always more than enough. It fills your heart with truth, makes you tough so remove the cuff. You will never fully understand, so don't try to define it with your mind. Just stand aside and accept it while disbelievers get left behind. Know in your soul that this Love is the Only One of its kind. Ask for forgiveness. Repent. Do it every day and live this in every situation. This is God's business, it's called Truth, Love, and Patience. Why else would He make this? It's a gift, so open your heart and accept the greatness! Every single person has a choice. Open your mind, free your soul, and listen for the Voice. When you feel it, you might not even hear a noise. Sometimes it speaks with silence. Drop the lies, the hate, gossip, and slander. It doesn't help anyone, listen to the Divine Commander. Rid this world of the violence, war is costly, and peace is always free. It just takes each of us to stand, don't you see, how happy we can all be? All you need to do is accept this in your heart. Feel love, live each day as a new start, each of us must play our part. The price has been paid with a blade, don't watch it fade. No sense in living life apart, truth in Love is the most beautiful kind of art. 9/7/17- J <3 "The only thing left to do, is what's right

this is where i'm going to rant on the world. Mostly our dying one and our future in it. I'd love to hear what you think on this issue, so comment and debate with me (respectfully please). I am commenting on what I have seen and heard. If somethings wrong, please let me know because I don't know the whole truth, then again, no one does. Oh also, cover is my art. don't steal okay?

Happy July everyone!! I know for some this means sparks and fireworks especially for all those Cancer/Leo children around. Happy birthday to all!! But in tune with celebrating life and all that it has to offer we would like to take this month to talk about suicide awareness and self harm. Self harm has been an issue that is either whispered in hallways or romanticized in media so much so that its often portrayed as art, beauty. But pain isn't beauty and neither is suffering and this month we take an in-depth look into what it really means to live with scars. We also join forces with @no_suicide for our monthly competition as well as lots of interesting interviews from our Wattpad campaigns where they share their stories with us and what drove them to start their campaigns. From all of us at TheSafeZone remember you are never alone and your life has a purpose! Link to the petition: https://www.change.org/p/roman-prezioso-west-virginia-education-budget?recruiter=486806834&utm_source=petitions_show_components_action_panel_wrapper&utm_medium=copylink Warning: Due to this issue's sensitive topic, the magazine may seem a little biased to not give the wrong message. We definitely do not condone the use of self-harm as a coping mechanism or suicide as a way out. If an article is heavily opinionated, we put a warning. Thank you for reading!