Why would I write?

When written word is a losing fight

Waking up with bruises, it's been a long night

 

Why would I scribble?

When these songs are quick to nibble

away at my ears, it fills my eyes with tears

They stream down my face, call it forgotten fears

They can clear my head for seconds

But, I want them gone for all my years

 

Why would I construct verse?

When my pen was driven off in a hearse

I threw it in the car because we all said "I concur."

We said we are tired of getting teased

But what we didn't know...

Was we just pleased our foe

 

Since I lost the pen closest, I feel enslaved

The world around me has concaved

If only those other kids would have behaved

They found a way, inside my head

I was staying up late, staring at the ceiling... from my bed

Enslaved, imprisoned, I felt brain dead

 

I couldn't put my thoughts to words...

Writing is the key to my freedom

It opens the door to my kingdom

All I need to find is my utensil

It could be a pen, brush, or pencil

I hope that others will follow me like a stencil

 

When I write

i feel like a guide

There are many others in my kingdom

The place where a mind can freely reside

As long as the one rule you abide

Open up and be strongest, when others want you to hide

 

An inspirational fellow

His voice felt cool and mellow

Unfortunately, we lost him one day...

He went by the name, MLK

 

Equality and freedom is why he wrote

His soothing words wrapped us tight like a coat

So I guess, this is why I start every note

So even in the harshest of floods, I can be your boat

 

I write because it is the key,

And this will unlock my freedom

Once I'm there,

I'll show you around my incredible kingdom