When You Believe Foundation Giveaway!

30 Days of When You Believe Foundation, Inc.

30 Days of When You Believe Foundation, Inc. Giveaway!

Win a fabulous When You Believe Foundation t-shirt and gift card! 

Requirements (complete a, b, and c)

(a) Answer the following question: WHY IS THE EMPOWERMENT OF GIRLS AND WOMEN IMPORTANT FOR THE DEVELOPMENT OF A COMMUNITY? GIVE THREE (3) EXAMPLES OF HOW AN EMPOWERED WOMAN CAN DEVELOP HER NATION. 

Essay must be at least 1000 words. 

(b) "Like" When You Believe Foundation, Inc. on Facebook

(c) "Follow" When You Believe Foundation, Inc. on Twitter

To submit 

Email essay, short biography of yourself, and t-shirt size to WYBFoundation@gmail.com 

Deadline

December 9, 2013 at 11:59pm EST

***3 WINNERS (1 grand prize and 2 runner-ups) WILL BE SELECTED***

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Sisterhood Is Powerful: I Am My Sister's Keeper

Sisterhood Is Powerful

God sent us to be sisters

So we can be best of friends

To be there for one another

Even when there is pain

I thank the Lord for sending my sisters to me

For whom I truly love and care

We shared so many things together

Like laughter and some scares

It’s funny how we sometimes argue

I guess its normal, in this world

But, having you as my sister

Means more to me, more than you'll ever know

I wouldn’t trade you for anything

I will never let go

As our friendship continues to grow

So will my love for you

Just always remember you can talk to me

I'll be the best friend you ever knew

by Angelica Machado

Source: Sisters and Best Friends, Sister Poem

Phenomenal Woman by Dr. Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.

I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size

But when I start to tell them,

They think I'm telling lies.

I say,

It's in the reach of my arms

The span of my hips,

The stride of my step,

The curl of my lips.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

I walk into a room

Just as cool as you please,

And to a man,

The fellows stand or

Fall down on their knees.

Then they swarm around me,

A hive of honey bees.

I say,

It's the fire in my eyes,

And the flash of my teeth,

The swing in my waist,

And the joy in my feet.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

Men themselves have wondered

What they see in me.

They try so much

But they can't touch

My inner mystery.

When I try to show them

They say they still can't see.

I say,

It's in the arch of my back,

The sun of my smile,

The ride of my breasts,

The grace of my style.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

Now you understand

Just why my head's not bowed.

I don't shout or jump about

Or have to talk real loud.

When you see me passing

It ought to make you proud.

I say,

It's in the click of my heels,

The bend of my hair,

the palm of my hand,

The need of my care,

'Cause I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me. 

Poem by Dr. Maya Angelou

BELIEVHER: Samira

Name: Samira

Age: 16

What three physical features do you love most about yourself that makes you feel beautiful?
Answer: Eyes, Smile, Lips, and Hips.

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Body Image Poem

by Kaiz Alarakyia



That’s not me, the mirror says,
What happened to the skinny girl those other days?
Eat less, throw it up, eat even less,
Don’t ever tell anyone, don’t ever confess
Those jeans don’t fit, I’m still too fat
“Anorexia?” No no it’s not that!
It’s okay the models do it!
I’m still not like them who can I kid?
Eat less, throw it up, Eat even less,
Don’t ever tell anyone, not until death.

Source of poem

BELIEVHER: Cynthia

Name: Cynthia

Age: 8

What three physical features do you love most about yourself that makes you feel beautiful?

Answer: Hair, Eyes, and Smile.

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A Body Image Poem

By Margarita Tartakovsky

My legs have stories to tell.

When I was a little girl,

they pushed me down the mini snow-covered hills

in my sled,

outside my home in Moscow.

They wobbled and swayed

as my dad played his bayan.

I can still feel that joy.

They helped me peddle

through the streets of an Italian city.

My bike found in the trash, and

brought back to life by my cousins.

Throughout the years, they’ve moved

to the tune of moody music

and fast tracks.

They’ve walked, for hours,

through the streets of Brooklyn,

my late grandma and I side-by-side,

gabbing, gossiping and giggling.

They strolled along museums, galleries

big and small, and

in Central Park

in awe.

My legs have hiked,

run when I didn’t think I could and

tried to conquer the bunny slope one winter at the Poconos.

(That thing is hard!)

They let me live out my ballerina dreams,

one pointed toe at a time.

They’ve shopped ’til we dropped

with my mom.

They’ve propelled me

higher and higher on the swings,

one of my favorite childhood pastimes.

When I truly felt free and fearless.

My arms have stories to tell, too.

They’ve hugged loved ones.

Held new life.

Someday hoping to hold my own.

They’ve cuddled my 16-year-old kitty.

They’ve curled weights and made me feel strong.

They’ve helped my kayak glide

through the bright blue waters of the Caribbean.

My hands have stories to tell, too.

My hands have held an apple as I chomped with pure glee.

Or a spoon as I’ve chomped on chocolate chip ice cream

or a chewy, gooey brownie,

finally without shame, guilt or desperation.

My hands have cupped my boyfriend’s face

as we’re kissing.

My hands have written silly stories

and become vehicles for my passion.

They’ve thumbed through pages

of old, dusty books

in different cities.

My body has stories to tell,

and I want to hear them.

Instead of letting diets,

dull dreams,

destructive expectations

and the outside world

shut my body up.

Every day,

I work

to shut them out.

My body has stories to tell,

and I want to hear them.

Let yours speak, too.