And I write
And I, with sunkissed skin and honey lies
And words that twist and turn on paper
Can only write to figure it all out
And realize that maybe the world isn't so big
That in the alone of a lonely room
You have a voice
Speak
Scream and yell at the top of your lungs
Never let your voice be smothered by the ones who tell you to give up
And my voice, quiet and unsteady
A little bit fragile at times,
Will be loud and clear
In the written words that I have to say
And so I write
I write to give back to the poems that shaped
The lives of thousands around me
My own
With the dreams of poets long gone
And the ones who stand by me as I write and speak
I will help bring the change we are all
Hoping
Waiting
Begging for