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kept down
held back
filled with fear
and rage
despair at every turn
me, an unwilling victim
blockades to stop me
turbulence swirling me about
My history embedded a lack of power in me.
Years of criticism, critique, and disgust took its toll.
Thick layers of neglect crusted over on this shell of me.
Defeated, ignored, and scared.
But I dared to feel more important than what the day rolled out.
I fought to experience life exquisitely, with the volume on high.
Determined to engage with this existence full of substance and force.
I clutched myself hard and pushed forward to lean loudly into my future.
Not gonna hide from it anymore.
I Write Her 
” I…coming up….”
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🙂 Indeed!
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Amazing poem, Susi. ❤️
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Appreciate that, Jeff! ❤
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Well articulated. Nice work
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Thank you! 🙂
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Yes, yes and yes again – stand up, stand proud, f to ’em all, girl! Like the picture, by the way.
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YES!! 🙂 Thanks for your support personally and professionally.
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Love the grit and determination at the end! 🙂
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That grit and determination is anger mixed with courage! 😉
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Agreed! Keep that fire burning
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Plan on it! 🙂
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