No Subsitute

This is word therapy A release of emotions on paper to help me cope with the internal conflicts in my mind With each letter, I inch further away from depression Step away from self-inflicted wounds And step into serenity So I'm sorry, if my poetry is not socially-conscious enough for you Don't expect a Trayvon Martin poem Because my heart won't allow me too I'll tell you how I feel about the issue, but you just have to ask me Because when it comes to my poetry This is My Therapy! My escape from social injustices and painful atrocities I have to save something for myself So if you're looking for an anthem, look elsewhere This notebook is off limits to church sermons and preaches designed to teach This is self-education for my soul And I refuse to share my pages and play black-revolutionary overnight.