My writings scream louder than my voice does sometimes

Growing louder and LOUDER with every verse, with every line

Poetry is what helped me break the silence

In sixth grade I was taught the art of poetry

and it was then that I knew something came over me

Coercing me to never put my pencil down

I would write and write until my words ran dry

And until there was nothing left to say,

Each and every day.

No one understands me the way poetry does

And I think it's because-- unlike my notebook

Nobody takes the time to listen...

To hear me-- to understand me and my thoughts

Unlike the notebook I bought, with my last hope of being heard

The words,-- I write screech louder than that of birds

With my notebook, I have a mouth

And I'm not afraid when my words spill out 

Bleaching the pages with something about

Something about me.

In sixth grade I was taught the art of poetry.

The art of creation. The art of emotion. The art of being me.