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.