Why I Write
Why do I write?
Why does the caged bird sing?
Why did the slaves hum into the cotton feilds?
Why do I write?
What is the point of finding beauty in life,
When I can sit in front of a tv, or a video game?
What is the point of whistling at passerby
Through the bars of my guilded cage,
When I have all the birdseed I could ever eat?
A teacher once taught me,
That our hearts, being confined to our bodies,
Crave a touch of freedom, a moment of flight
Why do I write?
I write, I slam, I speak and jam
to give my heart a bit of respite.
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I'm an artist. I'm a poet, I'm an actress, I like to draw with my toes in the dirt on the sidewalk, I like to people watch, I like to bird watch. I like to find beauty where it's not usually evident, I like to find excitement in the mundane. I like living. I like life.
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