“No matter what color, race, language you speak, or profession you practice, as women, Empowering yourselves must always come first.”

She now finds solace in vanilla-scented daydreams, as her soul sings away in a musical symphony of humid breaths and well-favored smiles.

The war may still be brewing, but all scars will eventually heal and they will be your lofty memoirs, To remind you amidst brokenness and isolation, That you are strong enough to put up a fight and sail the agonizing waves that torment your longing soul.

Love flows even within the dark from the things that shine, My darling.

You surf your own wave, even when the tide is high or low, be keen enough to know that you will be crashing onto your own shore.

Silence speaks too many judgments. Sometimes, it echoes more than a scream can crumble space up.

You are worth every piece of gold and glitter that matches the beams of your hazel orbs as they scream with rapture.

Darling, like a growing daisy you are beautiful. Keep in mind that you are ravishing despite the change of season.

I don’t usually speak when I look at you, For beautiful creatures are best enjoyed in silence.

Let me pour onto your glass and let it overflow with abundant love; for your eyes tell me they need refilling, But all you have now is an empty bottle of escaped homes and dreams.

You are your own kind of unique and you are adept enough to make magic with your own hands.

Dreams may be forgotten but the beauty and the remnants of emotion felt will always remain remarkable.

Broken pieces of glass and faded blue skies have taught me that even the slightest of color and fragile things will always remain beautiful if you look at it that way.

You can take away the pain, but the memories will forever haunt you. Don’t let it devour you, Devour them yourself and stand firm.

And as you touched my hands with yours, it felt as if love came back and hungered my soul once more.

It was happy while it lasted, but now it pains as you are holding the knife and twisting it- clockwise.

I told you about the moon, how it feels like your eyes; They both let me know where home is.

One thing that concerns me is that today’s young women don’t seem to care that we have a fundamental instrument of government that makes no express statement about the equal citizenship stature of men and women.

When one of us shines, all of us shine.

I am too pure for you or anyone.

Divide and conquer must become define and empower.

Any woman is just as capable of being a hero as any man.

Men are held in great esteem in all parts of the world, so why shouldn’t women have their share?

If we empower women, we empower humanity.

Sometimes you’ve got to kick your heels off and sit down a minute, so you can be ready for your next step!