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CALLED A BLESSED WOMEN

CALLED A BLESSED WOMEN

She felt cursed of all women, facing humiliation and insults that made her feel worthless, hurt and depressed. She could not do the one thing that all women suppose to do, dissapointment and discouragement filled her heart knowing she could not fall pregnant. Everyday she lived in sorrow, pain and torment when she watched the blessed women play with their children, longing to do the same. She feared that a baby will never kick her womb, she will never have morning sickness, never have cravings. She prayed night and day for God to open her womb to be called a blessed women, not a barren, cursed women, her shame will be taken away to be respected and praised.

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Christopher Correia

Wow, this is a really cool write, this reader is so impressed by how you uses this subject in a poem; creative is your presentation and conception (no pun intended) this is stirring and extremely well crafted...impressive work, stephanie, I didn't hesitate to favour, not sure if I've ever seen a poem with this subject matter taken head on like this; I'm assuming the story of Hannah....applauseĀ Ā 

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Stephanie Iyavu

Glad you liked it. this subject is in the bible. God is a miracle worker, can make barren women be mothers.

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Good write, thanks for sharing, my applause

She prayed night and day for God to open her womb to be called a blessed women, not a barren, cursed women, her shame will be taken away to be respected and praised.

Regards & Love

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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