To the girl who wasn’t told she was beautiful
Congratulations, to the woman you’ve become
To the girl who wasn’t taught she was goddess
Congratulations, to the God you found inside
To the girl who didn’t belong
Congratulations, for finding your forever
To the girl who was taught that self love was not respect
Congratulations, you’re responsible
To the girl who was brave and feared nothing but defeat
Congratulations, you’re successful
To the girl you give endlessly
Congratulations, you’re time is near
To the girl who doubted herself
Congratulations, on your confidence
To the girl who wasn’t taught she abused
Congratulations, on your courage
To the girl who was told she was not enough
Congratulations, on finding your worth.
You’re valuable in every way, you don’t need to have it all in order to withstand the trials and pressures.
Your kind of beautiful is needed, no matter where you come from.
To the girl with the crooked smile
Congratulations, on your happiness
To the girl who wants to beat the odds
Congratulations, on your computations
You’re more than average and your daily dose will be the antidote as you become the medicine needed to heal the world.
To the girl who was pressured
Congratulations, because you’re bold.
To the girl who goes above and beyond
Congratulations your wings can soar
To the girl who is lower than average
Congratulations, because you’re beautiful.
Never question yourself, and never lack the love you deserve. You gift yourself your flowers so that more can begin to grow.
Congratulations, on becoming a woman! To the girl you used to be!
About the Creator
Charelle Landers
Published author, philosopher, business woman, and mother to six wonderful children. I find that writing is a healing passion of purpose and the ultimate pursuit to happiness.
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A Prayer
As we brace for change, let’s all bow our heads to his amazing Grace. In Yeshua’s name. May we pray. Dear Heavenly Father, I know you can see, the weight of the world has been heavy indeed, we need your decrees, your wisdom, your light, to shine abundantly in this horrible fight. We march, we scream all for our needs, we speak from our knees as we plant more seeds. More seeds of hope that one day, peace becomes the resting platform of the chosen. We search for essence, just to match our potential, been in situations that blocks our intentions, manifested in wholeness, tried to call on a breakthrough from practical emotions, yet still we feel defeated. Fighting in our Egypt, the wilderness is cold, you always see it, you gave us mama and a new fight for hope. We search for our leader to call upon our needs, not patronizing the fact that the pews need to have seats. Your alter was built on the back of your strength, your word, the creation that empowers this nation. I say father God, I draw near to you in these times with a heavy heart. Modesty and humility leaning on your conviction, the predictions, but everyone refuse to accept the premonition. The gifted left in a field wandering, knowing that the land is milk and honey, but hungry still. In the stillness of this peace, you’ve centered me to see that the cornerstone of rock bottom has been the alter to my callings, yet some refuse to retreat. Not fighting a battle that’s yours in deed, in my God like energy you bestowed upon me. You poured into the cup, it overflows from your love, your mercies multiplied through the mirror of your son. The sacrifice of consciousness, how do we imply wisdom, learn from the last mistakes it’s called repentance. I stand in intersession, not in the intersections, can’t rush through traffic you’re the only direction. The pressing, the oil, the refined testimony that’s already won again. We come to ask for forgiveness from what we did to your son, we come to shower the joys of love that’s given to us, grace and hope, happiness to be woke, desired to be love. We thank you for choosing us and we already know there’s no one else above. As long as there is the word there is law. And as long as there is law there is man, thank you Heavenly Father, once again.
By Charelle Landers25 days ago in Poets
Honey Bunny
I walked into the room, and John started to sing: Ohhh... John is so smart and Denise is a fart Ohhh... John is a tart And the laughter was on... I said, "Oh really, you are a tart? Perfect! I will not forget this! Serves you right for calling me a fart!!"
By Denise E Lindquist2 days ago in Poets
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