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The Emancipation of Tafadzwa ...

For so long I have walked with my head hung low,
For so long I have carried these heavy burdens of life,
For so long I have shed many a tear and cried myself to sleep
For so long I have allowed them to walk all over me,
For so long I have allowed them to use me and abuse me
For so long I have wallowed in self pity...
For so long I have been down under..
For so long I have been their victim...
For so long I have believed the lie that I wasnt worth much
For so long I have allowed the cruelty towards me to define me
For so long I have allowed myself to be their object of ridicule
For so long I have partnered with my enermies to destroy me

But Today ....I evolve
But Today... yes my legs are trembling but I 'AM' standing
But Today...I look into my heart and I see strength
But Today..I look into my mirror and discover beauty epitomised
But Today...I look at my scars and realise that I am a Surviver
But Today...I think of everything i have overcome and realise I am a Victor
But Today...I see that its my obligation to love me, not anybody’s
But Today...I see my capabilities, strengths, gifts and beauty.But Today...I love me...
TODAY TAFADZWA HAS EVOLVED
Written by Tafadzwa Lillian Gotora on 07/06/2007
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