Susan Vredevoogd Poems

You all my all, my everything.
You make the sun shine, and birds sing.
You are the beauty of the world.
You are my Savior, and my Lord.
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A prisoner trapped behind the bars of society.
That is what I am. Do I have the freedom that is promised to me?
Judged by my peers. Stereotyped by society.
A budding rose cannot bloom without the water and
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Blank paper staring up at me. Intimidating.
It's mocking me, taunting me,
"You cannot write, you do not know what to write."
Pick up a pen. Scrible. Doodle.
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