I was inspired by Sokari who has a blog titled Black Looks at http://www.blacklooks.org . She wrote about new documentary A Walk to Beautiful which is about five Ethiopian women who suffer from devastating childbirth injuries that results an obstetric fistula, a hole in the birth canal. The story speaks about how these women embark on a journey to reclaim their lost dignity. Rejected by their husbands and ostracized by their communities, these women are left to spend the rest of their lives in loneliness and shame.
The trials they endure -- and their attempts to rebuild their lives -- tell a universal story of hope, courage, and transformation. Please visit the website to learn more about it http://www.walktobeautiful.com/film.html
~Beautiful Walk~
I had fallen Over different kinds of trails Not all the journeys' are even So I have taken my share of falls There days my solace is tears That unexpectedly heavily rained It just felt that I'm all alone in rain So I whispered within myself On this instance, my crying days is over Silently I instructed these hands of mine To hold me through, as I took a stand Trembling feet on persuasive stand Here I am stepping back to live Claiming my destined life A walk of life is beautiful
This is beautifully written artistic work Nasra. You are a powerful voice for the powerless masses suffering from terminal and chronic illnesses. Society tends to sideline them, but it is none of their fault. We can all face the same. Keep the nice work coming. Thanks. Jibril
A beautiful and touching write my friend...your poem paints a portrait of women with strength, determination, passion, and a great spirit. Very inspiring and well written, glad I stopped by...I will be back to visit again, I also wanted to say thank you for reading and reviewing my poem "What Will You Leave Behind" your thoughts and commnents are much appreciated.
Blessings,
Joyce B.
She was quite capable of taking care of herself...She appreciated everything he was doing for her and the Grandmothers Four, but she needed his help, not for him to take over.
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Blessings,
Joyce B.
Your poem shows great strength they have used to overcome their tragic event...
Peace and love...
Art Sun...
"Silently I instructed these hands of mine
To hold me through, as I took a stand"
and then a backstep in cadence:
"Trembling feet on persuasive stand..."
And the shape of the poem, like a womb--
Write on. You bless all women with your writings. --Charlie