A Woman's Hands Some days in this world there are women who find themselves in need of a mother, a sister, a friend. Desiring a safe place to turn to A gentle hand to hold As the liquid courage coursing under skin Falls from their eyes No amount of soap can erase the dirt No … Continue reading A Woman’s Hands
This story was shared by a Project Ava Storyteller. Learn more about the Storyteller Program. As a 24-year-old graduate student, I am often praised for my devotion to my education and goals. I focus my studies on child welfare policy and women’s issues with the hope of making the lives of women and children … Continue reading Out of My Hands: Ending Cycles of Child Maltreatment
A poem by a woman for all women who have been told again and again, we were to blame.
This story was shared by a Project Ava Storyteller. Learn more about the Storyteller Program. Halloween is a great holiday. It is a night of fear and fright and debauchery. It is a night of too much candy and too many screams over fake bones, fake blood, and fake spiders. It’s meant for gentle fun. … Continue reading The Cultural Kinking of Halloween
A piece originally published on Medium republished on Project Ava with permission from our Storyteller, Duane Burge. “Hit him!” The one phrase I remember from my childhood career as a peewee tight end on the little league football team. There I was, 7 p.m. on the football field standing at the scrimmage line waiting for the third … Continue reading #SupportFeminineBoys
This piece was previously published on Facebook by one of our co-founding members in response to the Pulse Orlando shooting and how it has affected the author as a member of the LGBTQIA+ community. Our hearts are with the victims and those affected. “The use of violence and intimidation in the pursuit of political aims.” … Continue reading As a Gay American, Islam Is Not My Enemy
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3P9-BjYxTu8 According to the Denver Post, a Denver Police Department administrative review in 2013 concluded that there was "insufficient evidence" to press charges against the officers who beat Alexander Landau. You take one look at the injuries Alex sustained (warning: graphic), and any sane person would ask him/herself, "In what world would three officers of the law need … Continue reading He Almost Lost His Life Over an Illegal Turn. The Reason is Sickening.
Gangs notoriously recruit young children. As stated in the video, the shooter was was only 15 years old. Many young children turn to gangs for protection, to escape poverty or to establish a familial unit, but what saddens me the most, is that at such a young age, they are taught that life is expendable – whether it be their own life or that of others.
At times it is difficult in here, just remembering him and remembering these images and the history we had together. I knew I wouldn't be happy with it until it felt like John and until the final two months of the painting when I looked at it and realized that was John. That's who he was. That's who his family would recognize. It felt like John. I had finally made my peace with that painting. I think ultimately the portrait of John becomes my personal stance against the endless number of John's we have produced over the generations.
Two months after I wrote this poem, I was sexually assaulted. Metanoia was the last thing on my mind. It was the finals week of my Winter Quarter 2013. Nineteen days before my 22nd birthday. I went into survivor mode. I pretended everything was normal. Inside, I wanted to crawl out of myself.