My Passion
I will write
Through every trial and tribulation
I will write
Until I can hear the angels singing in heaven
Or until my pencil is out of point seven
I will write
Until every voice in me is silenced
And even then, I will write about the science behind the silence
The God within all good
The smile within every simile
I will write pass the impossible
Break it down until I’m possible
I will write
I will write
I will write until nothing can be said
Until words aren’t just words but lessons
Not clarifications but resurrections
Until war can be fought by something other than man made weapons
Until I can longer put these thoughts into words
Until these words have no choice but to be heard by “the system”
Until my written language is like self defense
Self defense against these corrupt governments and societies
That kill black bodies all while ignoring that small voice screaming “I want my father”
Self defense against a system that believes one race is more promising than the other
But this isn’t a race worth winning if the hare must be fast asleep on the side of the road in order for the tortoise to cross the finish line
For I too believe that this is my destiny
Until there is no hunger inside of me
I will write
For my dead brothers
For my weeping sisters
For my God
I will write