Empowerment Poems - Poems about Empowerment

They told her, "Words are just air". But air can bruise, and silence can tear. She learned to bleed in quiet tones, Each syllable a crack in bones. They carved her name in crooked lies, They laughed when truth leaked from her eyes. Words were chains that held her tight, sweet on tongues, but edged with bite. They dressed...

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I know that silence you hold in your chest, The scream behind smiles, the ache in your rest. Where love means walking a thin wire line, And his “I’m sorry” feels like a red warning sign. I know all the lies and the secrets you hide— what would they say if the truth got outside? You map every bruise like it’s...

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She blooms alone where silence holds the sky, A tender grace no daring soul has known. Her gaze is soft, her head is held so high— A queen within a quiet world, enthroned. No boastful light, no cry for passing praise, She walks beneath the noise, untouched, serene. Her modest charm outshines the sun’s bold rays, Yet fear keeps hearts from where...

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You can never know who was watching waiting for you to say no. To say no to injustice to broken systems and lies. To say no to drug abuse to bullies in disguise. Raise your voice sound the alarm just maybe your words will shatter the harm. Maybe your voice will rewrite the story. Maybe your voice is their path to glory....

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before you allow anyone else to trespass and trample violate your mind, body, and soul take time out for isolation and self care no matter time needed; weeks, months, years find, get to know, and accept your authentic self learn to embody your self worth so you can accept nothing less than what you deserve therefore stopping trespasser before they trample on...

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What’s stopping you From being the person Who you want to be In this crazy world That we all live in? What’s stopping you From reaching the mountain top To complete every goal That you have? What’s stopping you From living your best life? What’s stopping you? What’s stopping you? What’s stopping you? What’s stopping you From being creative Through art? What’s stopping you From being creative Through music? What’s stopping you from being creative through textiles? What’s...

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I survived even after losing' I was that girl, who was afraid of questions, But life taught me to become the answer. In the house where voices were suppressed, There I made my identity with silence. I broke down, but did not fall apart, She embraced every pain, but did not complain to anyone. When my own people trampled my hopes, I bowed...

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I'm the one who rose up like a strom from the ashes of her child's remains I'm the one who rose up for every single drop of blood my brother shed Thy sacrifices have made me stronger than ever Those vandalized villages of mine has raged the fire of hatred within for the enemy I the enlightened one have...

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This utter silence is stone cold There's no gaze upon the sinner This hell has got a wicked hold And it feels just like a winter When I fought the darkest demons I just fought them empty-handed I pushed through all doubt and reason And I nearly couldn't bear it Why would you still demand of me To bend my shattered knee again Without attending...

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No! you weren’t born to be beaten raped chained to a life bloodstained ingrained with pain wordless worthless voiceless choiceless No! you can’t live being beaten raped chained to a life profaned restrained caned for being female —don’t you dare cry out! he shouts wordless worthless voiceless choiceless b***h! Yes —...

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If slavery was a choice, as some have agreed, then what are we? If watching your father and mother endure rape or murder was a choice, Then why do we sit on idle hands, while Trump eradicates our posterity’s opportunities, As if they were written in sand? If not being able to read was a choice, Then why do you...

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Thoughts coil around my mind, Not chains—no, chains can be broken. These are roots, tangled deep, Threaded through marrow, Anchored in places I cannot reach. I pull. They tighten. I resist. They hold. Every struggle feeds them, Every breath is barbed wire in my lungs. My own making binds me, Trapped between what is real And what my mind refuses to release. I chase clarity, but it...

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Say it to fear, That I've shaken off his grasp His lies no longer hold me captive His smiles, a facade that will soon pass Now, a phoenix I am Transformed from the ashes of my past The scent of smoke and ash still lingers I rise, unshackled from the chains that bound With the new mended wings, my spirit is found Through the...

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Born in the breath of woodsmoke and fire, I learned early to love the art of falling. Leaves tumble like poorly kept secrets, trees strip down without shame - modesty’s for summer, after all. October hums with rebellion: bonfires blaze, sunsets bleed, and the wind, cheeky as ever, slips its cold fingers into every undone button. History rattles here - 200 years since Waterloo fell...

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Snot nosed, barefoot Chanting, walk the streets Spit flies from mouth, food on cheek Green, ripe, and free Dirty and unkempt Unbridled and unmanageable Wild child Dolls and toy trucks Mudpies and hopscotch Bugs and jump rope Torn clothes, holes in socks Scraped knees and mud on shoes Marching on, they're marching on They're marching on Drums rattle, off beat Out of tune flutes, cowbells and slide whistles Ringing bent triangles...

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