What I Witness, Why I Write

When I was younger I witnessed Mamma crying in the midst of night Daddy would gaze out windows and nothing seemed right Big sister told me to go back to sleep knowing tomorrow I'd refuse to eat A few weeks later Mamma cut her hand intentionally in the sink I asked her was she okay she answered "I just need a drink" Year 2000 Grandmamma was silent and could not speak Unresponsive in a black box and it was a horrendous sight to see Year 2008 Cousin Mikey's voice diluted no rap or sing My eyes filled with salt water falling to my teeth 13 years old and I didn't want anything just simply paper and ink Why I write now is not because of death I don't think Why I write is something life taught me which is to fulfill a dream