Because I Can.

What once was three-fifths is now one whole. What was once whipped and chained lives in my soul. I write because I can. Did you know that my voice is heard in this land? The land of the free and the home of the slave. Where opinions are bountiful but minds are concave. I write because I can. The forces of my mind, body and soul collide. And the words flow freely like ice cream down the arm of a carefree child on a sunny day. The literacy literally uplifts me. Us. We rise through the syntax. The metaphors give us wings. The letters make us sing. So. I write. Because I can.