I write, not for the world, but for the world
in me.
I write for
self-love,
self-acceptance,
self-discovery.
I write,
I dance among words,
to the beat of scratching pens,
for me.
For my love and for
my peace.

I write, not to teach, but to be
taught.
I write for
the cause,
every cause,
that speaks and screams and grabs
for me.
I write to
discover,
find,
put pieces together.
I write,
I search among society,
among the words of my people,
for me.
For my mind and for
my growth.