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It’s All About The Girls: Is The World Listening To Them?
"My shoes wear out from walking to school, and then I can’t go because we can’t afford new shoes," says a girl from Indonesia.
"I want to live freely," says another girl, in Egypt. "I don’t want people to dictate what I do. No one to control us, no one to hit us, no one to tell us what clothes to wear."
In Congo, a girl starts to list her chores: “Tidying the house, fetching water, preparing meals,” she says. “There are so many I can’t even name them all.”
Their voices are part of a chorus of more than 500 girls, ages 10 to 19, from 14 developing countries. They’ve shared their challenges and dreams with the Girl Declaration, a campaign started last year by the Nike Foundation.
The aim: to change the way the world thinks about girls, says Lyric Thompson at the International Center for Research on Women, which worked with Nike on the project.
Writing this week in the journal Science, Melinda Gates says that “no society can achieve its potential with half of its population marginalized and disempowered.”
They are the “engines” of global development, writes the co-chair of the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation. And they should be at the center of development plans and goals.
Continue reading and see more photos.
Photo: "I want to grow up and become a police. But I need to study in a good school for that. I want to become a police to protect the country." - Fiza, 13, India (Courtesy of Nike Foundation)

nprglobalhealth:

It’s All About The Girls: Is The World Listening To Them?

"My shoes wear out from walking to school, and then I can’t go because we can’t afford new shoes," says a girl from Indonesia.

"I want to live freely," says another girl, in Egypt. "I don’t want people to dictate what I do. No one to control us, no one to hit us, no one to tell us what clothes to wear."

In Congo, a girl starts to list her chores: “Tidying the house, fetching water, preparing meals,” she says. “There are so many I can’t even name them all.”

Their voices are part of a chorus of more than 500 girls, ages 10 to 19, from 14 developing countries. They’ve shared their challenges and dreams with the Girl Declaration, a campaign started last year by the Nike Foundation.

The aim: to change the way the world thinks about girls, says Lyric Thompson at the International Center for Research on Women, which worked with Nike on the project.

Writing this week in the journal Science, Melinda Gates says that “no society can achieve its potential with half of its population marginalized and disempowered.”

They are the “engines” of global development, writes the co-chair of the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation. And they should be at the center of development plans and goals.

Continue reading and see more photos.

Photo: "I want to grow up and become a police. But I need to study in a good school for that. I want to become a police to protect the country." - Fiza, 13, India (Courtesy of Nike Foundation)

Hallucinogen

The acrid taste is easy to get past
once you accept what will happen
in thirty to forty-five minutes.
Sometimes it feels like chewing on wood,
damp, drying wood,
because this lifeform once fed on decay
but life, the perception of life is its gift.
Sometimes the feelings make one jelly-legged
and anger can tunnel in.
The walls can whistle and hold in time
the movement of people, slow and distorted.

Solitude is my councilor when I
bring the cap to my teeth;
when the night wraps her arms around me.
Light becomes brighter, like halos above my head,
and the wind makes a whisper like
a breath in my ear,
and I laugh.
It is the reconcilation of the soul to the conscious, the
conscious to the consciousness, the rotation
of Earth captured in my motion.

I hold a penitent stance-my hands
clasped in prayer-but I am not
submitting to anyone but myself.
There is no one but me here and
the soft signs of my sleeping soulmate.
I kiss his head and his smell, his hair
becomes more real in this
crossing of the dream world and our own.
I stroke his chest and count the seconds,
loving how the hairs feel like they are
attaching themselves to my nerves.

Solitude beckons as the poison metabolizes;
I must listen to the final message before
the inner voice becomes silent.
Yes, I will listen before the breach closes.
It is not madness, but teaching.

Serpentine Dance

I’ve been charming you
like a snake, that
wriggling, writhing serpent
with eyes like Greek fire-
exploding, burning, lost.

I’m writhing, wriggling-
yes, my pleasure sounds
so much like pain-
because you have found
me without light, only touch;
only heat and taste.
Do I taste delectable?
When you lick my lips,
I shiver.

I know my pain sounds
so much like pleasure;
you certainly know I’m
just now learning the difference.
You’ve been charming me
because I am a snake.
I am cool, fork-tongued, scaly
and my tongue flicks nicely
against your own.
I will coil around your body and
softly hiss, hiss, kiss.
I am a temptation,
but I am not the Fall of Eden.