Thoughts
I write to the weak
the ones who can't rise up to the occasion
I write to the youth
the ones who rather twerk than do their homework
I write to the helpless
Don't worry there is always help here
I write to those who are lost.
I write to everyone who needs a voice , a choice , a friend , a hand , a need to plant a seed for change
Even if my teachers skim through my inner thoughts just to go home to their families or my peers just tell me I'm good to put a smile on my face..
I read my poems.
If you haven't noticed I an the weak, the youth, the helpless. I am the lost one. If I can't understand my own thoughts who else will?
That's what I thought.