She’s graceful as the wind,
Powerful like a storm,
Calm as a peaceful current.
She’s a beauty amongst the eyes,
a careless whisper throughout the night.
She’s the speck of sunshine and a magnitude of destruction.
She is fierce, she is wild, she is the woman we grow up to be.


Maybe One Day…

If the world could understand the meaning of kindness, equality and hope maybe there wouldn’t be blood on the streets, tears in the rain and cries in the middle of the night. Maybe one day our voices will be heard, hearts will change and our minds become one, but first we must start with ourselves and wave out the negativity we have surrounded ourselves. Maybe just maybe one day our kids will grow in a world where colour, religion and faith are just words and everyone lives as one.-BBW