I write

I write cuz I’m upset; my situation makes me mad

I write cuz I’m angry but knowing there’s no point

Instead I just get sad

I’m stuck cuz I’m a woman, young without a say

Married into a family where only men and seniority has a place

When I was raised everything I did as a kid was praised 

but nothing now, nothing yesterday nor today

I write cuz I’m angry, cuz I want to scream and cant

I write cuz I want to rage & scream & rant!!

I write cuz I’m upset, that’s true!

But the real reason I write is because writing and crying 

Is all I'm allowed to do