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I am guessing we all were quite content with the images we saw before us in the mirror before throngs of insults were flung in our direction, the words that robbed us of\u00a0 joy and left us feeling pangs of inadequacy. The stars knelt down to kiss your face It is not too late, you can turn things around. I am guessing we all were quite content with the images we saw before us in the mirror before throngs of insults were flung in…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":261,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[50],"tags":[172,173,162],"class_list":{"0":"post-218","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-poetry","8":"tag-originalzimbabwean-poem","9":"tag-poem-on-self-acceptance","10":"tag-poetry"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/zoezulu.co.zw\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/218","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/zoezulu.co.zw\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/zoezulu.co.zw\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/zoezulu.co.zw\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/zoezulu.co.zw\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=218"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/zoezulu.co.zw\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/218\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":737,"href":"https:\/\/zoezulu.co.zw\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/218\/revisions\/737"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/zoezulu.co.zw\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/261"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/zoezulu.co.zw\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=218"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/zoezulu.co.zw\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=218"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/zoezulu.co.zw\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=218"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nWell if you were not. Blessed art thou.<\/em>
\nI spoke to different people and I posed the question, \u201cWeren\u2019t you happier and less insecure before you people fired shots in your direction about your \u2018flaws\u2019?\u201d<\/em> The answer I got from everyone was a “yes”,<\/em> I even asked myself that question and I found myself agreeing one hundred percent. I am basically trying to emphasize that no one ever found an error or problem with themselves until someone rushed over to them and told them something was wrong with them.
\nBut I am here to tell you \u201cDear Child\u201d<\/em> that you were fearfully and wonderfully made. It is an injustice to feel like any less of a person on the basis of people\u2019s opinions. There will always be a person or people to say something unsavoury but that is alright. The only thing that matters at the end of the day is what God has to say about the content of your character and what you have to say about yourself.
\nYou have been ushered into my poem, \u201cDear Child.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n
\nThe heavens held you in their embrace
\nYou were donned in beauty and seasoned by grace
\nImperfection? There wasn\u2019t a trace.
\nNow that you are here on earth
\nYou deeply rue the day of your birth.
\nAnd why, when God has a plan for you
\nTo think less of yourself, you\u2019d be a fool.
\nBut I understand, I\u2019ve been there before
\nWhen you\u2019re constantly fighting battles, waging wars-
\nBoth in your mind and with the world at large,
\nThe people who are hell-bent on believing they\u2019re in charge
\nOf where you are going and who you are,
\nBut my dear, you were kissed by the stars.
\nA vision of beauty so bright and clear
\nWas all there was when you were near,
\nThe darkness cried mercy, it had much to fear
\nA prized possession, powerful weapon you are my dear.
\nReady to fire they came with blazing guns,
\nFinding flaws were there were none.
\nThey became the air you breathe,
\nThey compromised your sight, you couldn\u2019t see
\nThey picked you apart limb from limb,
\nCloaked your light in darkness, it was ever so dim.<\/p>\n
\nRemember that in grace and beauty you were crowned.
\nHold on to it forever, let in your mind be set
\nBrace yourself for how difficult it may get.
\nAny wick of light and any remnants of joy
\nAre in this world, made null and void
\nThe stars though, still expect you to shine
\nSo go on and do just that dear child.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"