The first time I started writing, I fell in love,
Now I'm addicted, poetry is my drug.
It comes unasked from my gut
I can finish, but never quit like a cigarette bud.
Now, I write because the paper is the only thing that listens.
I write because it's what makes me different.
Each letter, word, and coma
The pen is my child, and I am it's mama.
To love and protect is mere responsibility
I write because it's a reflection of my creativity.
I write because the words are like the family I never had.
They are my Couselors, they help me get over my past.
Never once did they judge me, because they never talk back.
I write because the pen speaks what I dare not say
I write so I'll never forget what happened that day
My blood, it's ink, never fades away.
I write because I am a victim who has arisen
My rage on paper keeps me out of Prison.
Words heal when I am emotionally sick
I write because the pen is my weapon
My gun. My blade. My brick.
I write because the paper is the only one that knows me
Poetically, on the lines I am Free.