To write, is to express one’s self through words rather than actions.
To write, is to speak out loud without really speaking.
To write, is to release… everything.

I write to let loose the burning inferno that boils and bubbles in the bottom of my gut. It brews and topples over the pot because I didn’t have a dad to hold, to hug, to love. It overflows and floods the building because I lost my mother at a young age. It burns to the touch because I couldn’t control the emotions until I wrote. So I write to release.

I write to insert my black power as more than just a “nigga” on the street trying to be a basketball player. My pants don’t sag and my breast don’t show the world my precious jewels that have uprooted from the plantations in Savannah, Georgia. My black power is shown through the wisdom and guidance passed down through my family. It is shown through my intelligence and talents. So I write to remember my past.  

I write to let my imagination run wild through Alice’s wonderland and past P. Sherman 42 Wallaby way, Sydney and beyond Pride Rock and further out into the universe than Walle can imagine. To end of the universe and back to another I let my thought flow. So I write to create.

I write to insert something into my thoughts. To instill something into my words than just ink on paper.
I write to insert myself into this world. To give identity.

I write to find me. to find out who truly lives in this frame through allusions, idioms, similes, alliteration. To find the soul within this damaged body that has risen up out of the dark shadows of the world and into the light.

I write to embrace this phoenix that lays dormant inside of me. Locked up and caged, waiting to be released, not to reek havoc but to be free from the shackles and chains that hold it back.

I write to find the happy soul I lost a long time ago.

I write to remember.

I write to remind.

I write to let my imagination run wild.

I write to let loose this burning inferno.

I write to be free.

To write, is to express one’s self through words rather than actions.
To write, is to speak out loud without really speaking.
To write, is to release… everything.

I write just for me.