this girl, uninterrupted

Do you write because you like the way that people look at you when you say, proudly, I am a poet or is it because there is a girl or a boy (or anyone) in your life that you want to hear your insides, your innermost thoughts and dreams and questions that you wouldn't normally share? This girl writes wonders into words, all the cruelty of the world and all of the beauty of it wrapped up in lines ordered by length or flow or some dramatic pattern. This girl writes, uninterrupted (except by commas and semicolons) about the way light catches on dust or the tang of hot peppers on the tongue; chorizo over eggs for breakfast or the drop-off of the river bank into the muddy water. This girl writes for the courage to speak out and the nostalgia of a soon-to-end childhood, and cornfields and dirt under bare feet.