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Storyville - Defying the Cutting Season

Female Genital Mutilation (FGM) has been illegal in Tanzania since 1998. But every year thousands of families still plan to have their daughters cut, an ordeal that could cost them their lives. The ‘Cutting Season’ takes place during the December school holidays.

During this time hundreds of girls are saved from FGM by the police, the government and the work of the Safe House. It is run by Rhobi Samwelly, who was herself a victim of FGM, and now, not only does she valiantly run the safe house but she also works with the local police to rescue and protect girls at risk while arresting the parents and cutters.

But they have a tough and dangerous job and old customs die hard. Men believe that girls must be cut to reduce promiscuity and cut girls command twice the bride price in cows as uncut girls. Girls like Rosie, just 12 years old, have had to make the most difficult choices of their young lives - run away from home, not knowing if they will ever see their families again, or submit to female genital mutilation and child marriage.

These brave and courageous young girls are fighting against a tradition that goes back thousands of years. They are standing up for their human rights and fighting for change in their community.

The Safe House is the one safe place they can escape to.

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That unstoppable girl that you’re envisioning, you’re her. She’s you. Go be her!

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Do you remember eating too many chocolates because you liked them so much but you had to stop before the cavity ate away your tooth .

That’s what it feels like loving you. I have to stop before it eats away my heart.

So remember this, I left not because of the lack of love but because of the excess of it.

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I thought I was getting better

I’ve hit a wall and it seems insurmountable.

The pit calls back to me,

tempting me to fall back in.

I must not listen

but the voices are in my head.

I’ve plateaued and it feels pointless.

I’m just wandering around aimlessly

waiting for this vast field to change

but knowing deep down

it never will.

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I am about to walk into a new season of my life filled with

abundance. financial security. new career. + benefits + salary increase joy. love. peace. confidence. purpose. spiritual growth. change. new opportunities. traveling. knowledge. reciprocity. creativity. passion.

Claiming it as if it’s already mine.

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This is a whole #mood 😍

Source: Megan.milan

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😍😍

📸: iamoutrageous__

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The Depths Of Heaven

And I was the Little Dipper while he was the Great Fish, so while I spent every moment burning myself into the endless blue-black nothingness to catch him, deep down I knew I could never hold him even if I did.

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Of all the questions I’ve been asked, perhaps the one I’ve struggled the most to answer is “Why did you start writing?”

I began writing because I could. It was a simple as that. But I continued because when I write, I feel powerful, like the fire in me can warm the world. When I write I feel as though I have one foot in fantasy, the colossal spectrum of my dreams and the other foot briskly marching on the hard, concrete floor of reality.

I write because I feel beautiful, empowered and free, like I am untethered and soaring. Because when I write, I feel like a soldier bellowing out a war cry and like a black swan in a blue lake, floating on the mysterious waters of love.

I write because it is the only way I can stop the wildfire in my throat from burning out my voice. It is the only way I can subdue the ceaseless torrent of thoughts in my mind and the vague yet relentless itching in my blood.

I write because it is the closest I can ever get to creating magic and I write because the words make me feel extraordinary, like I’m finally the woman I want to be.

So the real question, you see, is not why I started writing but why I never stopped.

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😒🙄 like, tf did you think was gonna happen

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“I miss your scent, your love, your words, your touch, your tight hugs. I miss every single thing.”

— tara love / i don’t know if i’ll ever get it back

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Erosion

Love, like liquid, will take the shape of any container Fill any empty space you allow it to enter Find its way into every crevice And in the end, this shapeless matter will mold you to its whims With slow, constant effort, the work of erosion It will carve out more room for itself A blackhole expanding Until it’s all there is in the world

Inspired by @avolitorial‘s prompt “Shapelessness of love”

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BLACK WOMEN WHO WRITE

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Gorgeous Black Queens 😍👑

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TO EVERY WOMAN WHO DIED UNDER THEIR GAZE.