Free

Young, lost, and confused

My heart was cold, small, and abused

I had no outlet to release

I was my own enemy in the streets

My mother would leave all the time

My father in prison because of crime

Raising little girls that weren’t mine

Not knowing how to balance words and time

In my heart pain wanted to come out

Tape to my mouth but I needed to shout

One day I picked up a paper and red pen

That’s when my poetry love affair began

I wrote till my fingers started to hurt

Not knowing a masterpiece was my work

Writing my heartaches, pain, and love

Writing to my ancestors and angels up above

Poetry freed my anger and let me just be me

Poetry gave me wings and I finally felt free