Voices of write.

When I was young words would jump at me, and land on the pages I turned. With each "swish" of the page new words gave birth on the thin white sheets. Spectators marveled at my unraveled gift. My gift spoke on paper, and defined itself. I write to express. My writing is a foreign language on the tongue of all nations. I express what mouths won't speak on paper. I write to unite. Unite a generation of muted,censored, and unspoken individuals. To bring together the broken fragments of a strewn universe. I write to conquer. Words at war,strategy, and planning. I am a knight battling the Dragon named Issues. My sword pierces bullying,abuse, and the corrupt. I write for me. No one else is going to express or write for me. (or you) I write cause it's a means of paradise when I'm too cluttered with storm clouds. I write for you. Oh, souless mouth which does not speak, I will be your voice ,and your soul.