Why I Write

Mon, 01/16/2012 - 11:31 -- poet

I live to breathe air into deflated hopes and give life to new dreams to
speak to those whose reality has their lips sewn so tight
delicate words like "love" and "understanding" can’t slip through
whose eyes see a present far too hateful for any dreamer to live I, live
to tell the stories grandmothers forgot to tell their last sons in law
mothers who would rather spread their legs than truth.
Infants are born into this cold world so I live to knit words like wool
to sew similes like cloth without the silver linings
bound by instincts of self preservation yet escaping seems futile
I live to release his spirits for A.D.D. has imprisoned his youth and his laughter
If only he would have known that he had a voice worth being heard maybe
it would be him against the world instead of him against himself,
little brother, I lied you are smarter than me.
Bound by instincts of self preservation yet escaping seems futile
I live to voice the opinions of all babies born to fathers named Hudson
and mothers named River, I mean
she was a teen to seemed to be busting at the seams but her mother was a fiend
and wouldn’t mind if her youngest daughter was never seen, or heard.
Now broken little girls give birth to lost souls just looking for another way into a world that kicked them out in the first place, I look
to one day look into the eyes of my future and not see pain and anguish
to see a day worth waking for and live a life worth living, I live
to tell my own life story for no one else knows what it's like to walk in my shoes to
breathe the air that hurts my lungs I bear this weight I balance in the space between my shoulders
to eventually become the woman I’ve always dreamed of being.
I live to create connections between parents whose own flesh and blood is more stranger than you and I, to hand off this gift of writing like a baby’s first breath, I live to connect to love, to feel.
I am a poet, I live to write.

Comments

jwiener

This poem acts as a voice for all poets, because you tell exactly why poets do what they do- our poems are not just for ourselves, but they are for everyone. "I live to connect, to love, to feel" explains how we as poets strive to write all the time to keep everything, including our throughts, connected.

Meow098

It's the repetition had intentions towards your emotion every time you reused the word.

too hateful for any dreamer to live I, live
to tell the stories grandmothers

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I live to release his spirits for A.D.D

I loved that the most out of your poem it showed your passion.

smooth_harmony

This piece is undeniable truth that many people hide in this generation

 

livieMarie

The reason I write . 

tomgirly12

wow. thank you for sharing your gift

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