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Sophia E Fritz Jul 2019
I am dumb, stupid, and unintelligent,
I an barely write for I am inelliquent.

But are those two statements ones I believe?
Do I doubt myself with little reprieve?

And are those words even the truth?
And if they are, where is the proof?

Who  says my intelligence is my only value?
Or that my skills or talents are very few?

I don't have answers for these questions here'
But I have been given advice so dear.


"You are not stupid,
For stupidity is foolishness.
You are not dumb,
For the dumb cannot speak."


I am more than the knowledge I store,
I am worth more than anyone could bargin for.

My skills don't define me,
My IQ isn't my identity.

I was given a purpose I will one day see,
For thats why I believe God created me.

He's given me an imaginative mind.
He's blessed me with the desire to be caring and kind.

Does this mean I don't doubt anymore?
That I don't wonder what my purpose is for?

I still doubt, even with proof,
But I know I can always turn to the truth.

I just remember that simple phrase,
This quote that reminds me everyday.


"I am not stupid,
For stupidity is foolishness.
I am not dumb,
For the dumb cannot speak."

And just because I don't know everything, doesn't mean I'm weak.
Sophia E Fritz Jul 2019
Lord how great is your creation,
Your glory radiates across the nation.
For this, I praise you.

You have everything in your hands,
Even things I will never understand.
That's why I praise you.

You lead those who have gone astray,
One by one you lead the way.
And they shall praise you.

And though I don't deserve your embrace,
Lord you give me constant grace.
And I shall praise you.

Lord thank you for all you have done,
For your grace is for everyone.
May I forever praise you.
Sophia E Fritz Jul 2019
Not all who are young are ignorant,
Not all who speak out are unwise.
Yet both are known to argue,
And foolishly fall to their demise.

We all have opinions,
About what's wrong or right.
However when trouble comes around,
Instead of listening, we choose to fight.

But what does fighting solve?
What do we ever gain?
Yes your voice may be heard,
But is it worth another's pain?

Our words have power,
To cause a foolish argument.
Or instead heal others,
It all depends on your intent.
Sophia E Fritz Jul 2019
His eyes are the kind,
That poets write about,
That artists hope to recreate,
And songs and stories continuously praise.
they are bright.
lovely.
colorful.
And full of life.
In other words,
His eyes are beautiful.
Sophia E Fritz Jul 2019
New days come and go,
And fade into the past.
A future that I barely know,
Has appeared at last.

Soon I'll leave my old home,
For an new chapter I will find.
But the farther I roam,
The more I want to look behind.

I've been given a great life,
With friends and family that care.
Through whatever struggle or strife,
They have always been right there.

But what will I do when I'm all alone,
And far from their embrace.
Will I regret leaving home?
Will tears stain my face?

Who will be there to help me?
When my world falls apart.
Will I be happy?
Or will I end up with a broken heart?

Though many questions fill my mind.
As well as worries and fears.
There is someone I can always find,
Even through blinding tears.

So with an open heart,
God has comforted me.
Giving me a brand new start,
And showing where I am meant to be.

As I go through this new chapter,
Wherever it may lead.
No matter what comes after,
God is the only one I need.
An old poem I wrote for graduation last year.
Sophia E Fritz Jul 2019
I sat on the small wooden bridge.
Letting my legs dangle.
Soaking in the sunrise and silence.
No words were spoken.
There was just the mountains.
The sky.
The creek.
And the distant childhood memories.
I wonder what would I give.
To sit on that bridge once more.
Sophia E Fritz Jun 2019
I was alone on the stage as the song played.
My dancing was poor.
Dancing? More like batltering.
But that didn't stop me.
As the song continued to play.
I danced.
I smiled.
I laughed.
I didn't focus on their stares.
I didn't care about their opinions.
I was dancing.
And I was finally starting to live like every moment was my last.
Baltering: the act of dancing clumsily and without any particular skill
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