Speakup Stories

Kalyug Ki Sita Ka Sach The Truth of This Age's Sita Based on true events. Shared with full consent. Names and identifying details have been changed. For every girl who carried something she was never given words for. Based on true events. Shared with full consent. Names and identifying details have been changed.For every girl who carried something she was never given words for.

"Someone is bullying another student in school. You've seen it, know about it and others have talked about it and joke about it. Can you stop it and stand up for the person despite the fact you may be the next target or people may laugh at you and call you names?"

Halima Story She was taught that good girls stay quiet. That some truths are too heavy to say out loud. That love means carrying it alone. For 7 years, Halima kept Mama Bose's secret buried under "I'm fine." She smiled at family dinners. She answered when they called her. But every night, the silence got heavier. At 11:47 PM, the weight became too much. Her fingers shook. Her heart said _speak_. Her fear said _don't_. She chose anyway. This isn't just about what she said. It's about what it costs to finally say

"Uncle" is an African man with a prominent title that lacks inherent self-respect. "Uncles" are African men that prey on little girls instead of protecting them; they are African men that carry out acts of domestic violence; they are African men that disrespect women without a care. "Uncle", is an African man that is driven by toxic masculinity; a man that thinks he is entitled to every woman's body. Unfortunately, our African Aunties remain dormant and refuse to speak up about these precarious situations and in turn, they fail to put an end to these toxic behaviors. Instead, the blame is thrusted upon the victims and our African Aunties vehemently defend these African "Uncles".

Dear Readers, The poem you are about to read, A Duty To Speak, is incredibly close to my heart because it is born entirely from a true experience. One evening, after finishing my shift at Barter Books-the lovely café nestled inside the old converted Victorian railway station-I stepped out to catch my usual bus home. What should have been a routine journey turned into an evening I will never forget. While waiting at the station, I witnessed a vulnerable young schoolboy being subjected to deeply uncomfortable and inappropriate behavior by a heavily intoxicated woman. What shocked and distressed me just as much as her actions was the reaction of those around us-the bystanders who chose to look away, and even those who laughed. I knew I couldn't just stand by. Thanks to a brilliant, furious bus driver who understood the gravity of the situation, we managed to intervene and get the boy to safety. I wrote this poem to process that night, but more importantly, to give a voice to that quiet schoolboy and to highlight a vital truth: we all have a responsibility to look out for one another. I hope it resonates with you and serves as a gentle reminder of why we must never choose silence when someone is in need of help. Thank you, as always, for reading. Warmest wishes, Gemma

"I'm sorry Joe. I've tried and tried. I can't anymore. I can't try. I love you. See you soon." • Joe Sugg Fanfic •

A select number of poems I wrote some time ago. These poems are all completely different with separate morals, but there's several underlining lessons or life stories in them all. They're interesting and realistic. If you're looking for rainbows, this isn't the place.

Rajshree Anand is also mostly like your average teenage girl unless you count in her immoderately frank and excessively bold nature. How is she going to live with the societal standards which she finds absolutely absurd? Will she be successful in changing the people's frame of mind while also juggling her own private life with solving the problems of people around her or will she also be oppressed by the so called impeccable society to the point where she gives up? What happens when insecurities, torment and most importantly a BOY are thrown into the picture? Peep in to see if Rajshree changes the preposterous norms of the society which have been blindly followed by us hitherto. *NOTE* The characters in this book are purely fictional and I apologize in advance if at all the content offends anyone. Plagiarism will strictly NOT be encouraged.

A story in the Second Person point of view.

its about speaking out woman and men so that rape and molesting can stop

Poetic glimpses of the good and the bad

*POSSIBLE TW* Bringing awareness that even if you think everyone is fine you should never stop bringing awareness. Check up on your friends. Check on your family. Take care of yourself. Speak up. Speak up before it's too late.

WARNING MAY CONTAIN SELF HARM, SUICIDE ATTEMPTS, AND BAD LANGUAGE!!! ive had enough. I couldnt live with myself anymore, i was so happy and now i have no clue what happened to me. Im sad now and i couldnt fully understand why....

This poem compares nature with bad mental health. Enjoy!

Everything anyone has ever thought about you is tattooed on your skin. What would you do? - A story about a few high school students. A cheerleader who wishes she would get more noticed for her intelligence. An artist who gets picked on for doing what he loves and loving who he loves. The quiet boy that doesn't talk in class, who has ugly things about him written all over his body. The best friend who can do no wrong. And a normal kid. All dealing with these annoying freckles all over their bodies.

(Yes, that is a toy chicken in a astronaut suit.) That is Colonel Sanders. He helps kids who can't keep a straight face in drill, but he doesn't judge. He also wants to help. I bet he has his stories too. But don't we all have stories ourselves? Good, or Bad? If you don't have bad stories you're not living life properly. But this is what this is, stories. Some will be good, some will be bad, but if one person can relate and open up it will be such a great thing. Most of our worry's are bottled inside of us and it is so unhealthy, but I won't stand up here and preach because I do it too. You see, this is why I made this account. If I can help just one person who goes through a struggle, great. We all need help sometimes and it is okay to reach out to someone. So please, laugh, cry, and reach out. But remember, you are NOT ALONE!! Love, ( '◡‿ゝ◡')

Read the shy boy before reading this this is a story of not the shy boy but the shy boys friend his name is Alvin this story takes place just weeks after the shy boy committed suicide. This reveals what his friends thought about Melvin and the risks they where willing to take to protect him.

I know it's not the best poem but I really want to get the message across that I am here for you. When you feel like the world is against you and you have no one to turn to just talk to me, I'm only a message away ❤️