I Write Because.....

From the tender stages of youth I knew how to express my thoughts As a teen I learned that my opinion is not always cherished So I write I write how I feel I write to escape reality I write to watch my ball point pen bleed upon my paper I write because my paper is the only thing that actually listens She doesn’t tell me to stop Or say “Mya I’m tired of your stories” She actually listens while I splatter my feelings onto her parallel lines She listens to my dreams and aspirations Or how I couldn’t find the perfect outfit for my date at 5 I write because my pen and paper were the only ones there When I returned home from my first year of college 6 months pregnant! My paper was there when I needed her the most I write because I can I write because God has blessed me with the gift to And I refuse to throw it away I write because I was once a little girl who was told she would not get far in life That little girl, me, Mya, needed someone to look up to And I refuse not to be a role model I write because I someday want to be the leader for a little girl who needs me I don’t write solely because it’s fun I write because I have to!! It’s a way of life, it’s a way to dream, and it’s a way to be happy I am an open book, my story is not yet finished So I will not say ‘the end’, I’ll say I write to be continued…..