Life issues haunt us all
So instead of picking up a bottle
I pick up a pen and
Let my story begin...
I write to free my brothas and sistas
My story isn't the only important one
So I will tell the story of June
Suffering from post-love depression
She was never taught this lesson
So she slits her wrist to pour out a confession...
Or for my brotha from another momma
Who never had a poppa to tell him
How a real man is supposed to act.
It's hard for a mother to play father
And keep food on the table..
So little David sold a brick got locked up
And now by the government she is labled
So when I write I tell their true stories
Like they are fables..
I write to tell a story
It's funny how many people could actually relate
Your fate isn't just your alone..
You would be surprised how many lives
Your pen could save.
I write because this is what I love
No matter what I've gone through
My pen has always been here
My poetry book is my soul
I put my right hand on it
When I tell the truth..
Writing tells the story of the life I live
I am constantly faces with quandaries that stretch
The boundaries on my tight-knit life.
You can validate my soul by reading my poems..
My book pass no judgement
My pen keeps all my secrets
My mind brings these things together in unison.
I create a 3 dimensional world
On a 2 dimensional surface
This is why I write..