Why I Write

Write is Right

Today I feel good

I woke up this morning

And said I'm great

for being here in this place

with so many more places to go.

I feel good to have somewhere

to go, although I get weary

when I think that this someplace

does not have my best interest in mind.

this place wants me to sit

until I die. But I must stand

and defy until my eyes won't

let me cry, because if I sit

I will sit forever. And

this is why I write. Because

my pen is like the light and

I write to see clearly.

I write to make sure I

don't repeat the mistakes of

the past. I write to not

feel lonely because my

thoughts are my best friend,

and she gives me hope when

she is positive that I

am on the right track.

So I write to fill the void

that talking sometimes does

not do justice. And I

write to make things

seem easier, and I

write because putting

words to paper

means my dreams are real.

And so I write because my

oral tradition history

skipped me when God

said she's got stage fright,

so give her a pen so

that she can talk as loudly

as she wants, and only

the lucky get to listen.

And the Universe said she's

smart and kind, and

so I will show her

the way. I will give

her strength. I will

give her time. And I write

because it's what I

love to do. And so

I write because there

is nothing else to do.

And so I write to

channel the Harlem Renaissance

which sits between my

thoughts and this pen

and so I write

and so I write.