From The Belly of an  Artist

 

Society!

Make me want to puke!

 

They make me want  to

Upchuck my emotion

And  Untuck the words

That have

Been tucked

Far into my mind

 

Embedded within my soul

Is a story untold

Reaching out

For an ear to lend

A body to befriend

Somebody to unbreak me

And

Make me feel whole again

 

But sometimes

I fear that,

That only friends

I have is this,

BLACK INKED PEN

Which I

Captive my thoughts

Submerged form within

 

These words I speak  Loudly

Yet no one seem to hear them

 

I sit in solemn silence

At times this quite is violent

But I’ve learn to find comfort

In the coldness of my  shadows

Wrapping my words in nooses

Squeezing me of hope.

 

I choke up a breath

Breathing  life into  

Broken syllabus

and scattered sentences

I pick up my pen

To express my emotion

THAT’S WHY  I WRITE.

TO BE HEARD

 

With these words

I embody the stories

From shameless glories

Before me each letter

Dances on the fine lines

Of a blank canvas

Painting out  hidden dream

Bringing them into Reality

THAT’S WHY I WRITE

TO BE HEARD

 

I’ve been silenced for so long

I now know

Where my imagination belongs

Which is in this book

A second look

At all of the journey

The past and Present

The one I Have

and

Have not took

 

I will not be overlooked

Or silenced by the quit for No longer

With these words I feel stronger

No longer will I have to hug the corners of doubt

In hope of finding someone who has my back

No longer do I have to hid my stories

In fear of being inadequate

In these word  I have gained my voice

THAT’S WHY I WRITE

TO BE HEARD

 

For

I am a Artist

Freeing the bounds Echoing

“Go get a real job”

or

“You’ll never make it”

 

For I am a Artist

Rising from the ruins of Hollywood boulevard

Carrying the legacy of the fallen stars on my back

Letting their celestial brilliance guide me  home

 

For I am a Artist

Shape shifting the alphabet to into complete composition

Sometimes others may not understand

 

BUT

These words give me life

These words were my friends when I was outcast

These words illustrate, sing, dance,act, play music

These word break through the barriers the society has caged me in.

These word live in you,

Live in me

These words are our own

That’s why I write

and

It's time for the world to hear us!