Because I Can
Broken hearts make better poets,
Or at least that is what I heard.
But I have never experienced love,
So to me that is absurd.
I do not know what it feels like to be incomplete without someone by my side.
I do not know what it feels like to be hurt by someone who cheated and lied.
However,
I do know what it means to be blessed:
To have family, schooling, health, and a place to rest.
I do know what it means to have a dream:
To crave something so badly that you want to scream.
The point is that I do not have a broken heart,
But I do have two hands, passions, and a taste for art.
I write poetry to express who I am.
Why? Because I can.