Youth Creative Showcase

Rough roads often lead to beautiful destinations.. Where pain teaches us joy,and endings open new doors A big part of maturing as a woman is, knowing when things are no longer for you, and finding grace in the goodbye, even, when it stings. Destiny has no competition - just run your own race, and wish others well, for joy grows deeper when shared. Bloom at your own pace, for even sadness waters the roots of becoming, What's meant for you will never miss you. Don't shrink yourself to fit places you've outgrown, For sadness reminds you where you no longer belong, and joy waits in the space you create. Falling isn't failure - It's the rhythm of life: Sadness pulling you down, Joy lifting you back again.

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Am a highly inspired artist aiming to motivate many young individuals

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Some words never make it past the lips, yet they thunder inside the chest. They tremble at the edge of breath - too tender to release, too painful to hide. They are the "I wish I knew," the silent prayers, the quiet hopes we carry alone when the world feels too loud for the truth. Unspoken words ache like a heartbeat held too tight a feeling that grows heavier each time we swallow it down, pretending it doesn't matter. But it does. It always does. Because every unsaid thought is a piece of ourselves we were too afraid to offer, a truth we feared to expose, a softness we protected even as it hurts us. And still..... Somehow..... those unspoken words shape us, teaching us that emotion does not need a voice to leave a mark. They remind us that the deepest feelings are often the quietest ones carried not in sound, but in the heart that dares to feel them.

The night holds secrets the day cannot speak, Your eyes hold a mystery, daring, unique. You draw me in with every glance, Lost in the oceans of your sweet trance. I’m not Shakespeare — I’ll keep it real, It’s you I want, it’s you I feel. Your smile’s a spark, it lights the room, My world is brighter when you remove the gloom. Though barely there, your presence stays, It breathes new life into my days. My heart finds rhythm in moments with you, In every shade of blue, your beauty shines true. To you, this poem I now confide, The one who makes my soul alive. Roses are red, and I’m in love, Be my forever, my gift from above. By Juma Fidelis

Heyy love, it’s your naughty little angel here again. I come bearing the love notes my heart keeps scribbling — I wanted to describe heaven, but how could I? when you define it. I know, I know — you’ll say, “Stop being silly,” but what can I say? Love makes me silly. My love, I told the moon our secrets, then shared a bundle of memories too — how you’re that breeze on a windy day, soft and tender, yet cool. "I love you, my stubborn angel," you say, in that deep, soft, calm voice, making my heart pound in rhythm with your name. In my mind, it’s like — oof, here comes the time freeze... And that’s how my words end — your breath takes them away. So if I go quiet, love, don’t worry — it’s just me, stuck in your spell again.

Hey… why does everything hurt this much? Why can’t the pain just stop? I carry twice the ache you promised I’d never feel again the contradiction between what you said and what the world showed me. You said I was good enough. You said love would find me this time. You said they’d see past the body I hide behind. You said my skin wouldn’t matter that home could be anywhere I made it. But you lied… and your lie shattered me to pieces. Do you know what they said? They said I was worthless. They said I was fat. They said I was stupid. They said my colour was a curse. They mocked me, broke me, for simply being me. I gave pieces of myself just to feel wanted, but all they took was what I could never get back. Look at me. Stop crying. Talk to me again. You are my reflection the one I whisper to when the world stops listening. So tell me… what should I do? I’m tired. Tired of second-guessing myself. Tired of feeling like I’ll never be enough because of their opinions. “Stop,” you say. Stop listening to the voices that tell you you’re not enough. Stop handing people the power to define your worth. Just stop. They say you ain’t perfect but who is? They say you’re broken but who isn’t? Maybe being whole was never the goal maybe it’s learning to live beautifully unfinished. So I stand before the mirror again, not to fix what’s broken, but to remember who I am. Maybe healing isn’t loud maybe it’s the gentle promise to keep loving myself, even when it hurts.

One day a teacher went out to walk in the garden with his students. While walking, they saw a small flower blooming on a stone. One of the students started laughing. He said, How funny this flower is! How it bent while climbing through the gap in the stone.The others also started laughing. But the teacher smiled lightly and said, Do you know, this small flower can teach us a lot? The students were surprised and asked,"Teach us how". The teacher said, If a small flower can grow even from a hard obstacle like a stone, then you are much stronger. If someone laughs at your dreams or efforts, you should not be discouraged by their ridicule and move forward like this flower. And, let us never laugh at the struggles of others because maybe they are breaking their stone. The students fell silent. They understood that behind laughter, contempt is often hidden, which can break someone. Rather, people should be taught with praise, sympathy and love. Education: - Real education is not to laugh at the pain or weakness of others, but to see them with compassion. Because, no one knows when and where a person will rise from.