Getting ready to transition out of high school, I am learning much about myself, what makes me happy and most notably about how I undercut myself.
VOX spread out along the route of Atlanta March for Social Justice & Women — from the Center for Civil and Human Rights to the Georgia state capital building. Here we present a variety of stories of youth, their protests and hopes.
I was supposed to be a fly on the wall
Just an unbiased observer
But when the chants turn gospels
And the streets of Atlanta turn to holy
You must become congregation…
Protesters’ signs shouted what it seemed they could not say enough times. These were the messages they plastered onto cardboard boxes and poster board so the world would see what they meant — so the world could see how much they meant it.
Women of all ages brought their daughters to Saturday’s March for Women and Social Justice in downtown Atlanta to educate and inspire them.
My skin is darker and my hair is unrulier. But just because my reality isn’t being reblogged on Instagram doesn’t mean it’s not good enough. … I don’t need a hashtag to tell me my worth and nor do you, dear friends.
After seeing this movie, I felt proud to be a black woman. These three powerful women inspire me to succeed to my fullest ability in life.
United Way’s Youth United teens met up with VOX in our downtown newsroom to discuss individuality, LGBTQ rights and double standards.
Today felt filled with lament and mourning — mourning the loss of all the social progress that has been made for anyone who isn’t a white, heterosexual male in the top 1 percent of the economy.
I asked my girlfriends of African, Latin and European descent “What does friendship mean to you” and “How do you know when someone is your friend?” This is what they said.