When I was a little girl, I was a afraid to write, 

a fear that I might just not be good enough,

to stuff my thoughts and words on a page, 

to give life to my emotions, 

whether joy or rage, 

I'd ignore it all, 

just so in my mind, I could stand tall, 

but when 5th grade came around, it introdcued me to poetry, 

an artistic quality, 

a writing out of bounds I had never tried to explore, 

to endure, the writer's block, 

to laugh when it comes, writing faster than a ticking clock, 

looking like a loon to some, 

Why do I continue to write each day?  

There are so many ideas in me that have something to say, 

The emotional part of me whose words represent tears on a page, 

The social justice in me where my words are like actions of suffrage, 

or maybe just the lover in me, that possess a certain quality, only to make people happy, 

by writing poetry, 

Never have I really needed reason, but usually the rhyme, 

my love of writing poetry, 

has only been found through time.