Why I Write

Tue, 07/09/2013 - 11:29 -- NyiaJB

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I write for the troubled young boys and girls

With shattered dreams

And broken homes

 

Those who depend on the streets to raise them

Guns to train them

And Friends to tame them

 

I write because I can

Because writing means speaking up

Though speaking up does not mean being heard

 

I am heard!

 

I am heard because of the echoes in my poetry

That travels like the speed of light

And flashes through the ears of a crowd like thunder storms upon a growing city.

 

I write for the teenage girl in high school

Who uses sex as an excuse to grow-up and reach adult hood

 

Who later will realize that the only growing being done

Is the feeling of a growing child in the womb of her belly

 

And the young boy who has no intentions of being a father

Because well…where was his father?

 

I write because my dreams are as big as Dr. Kings

When he marched through the streets of Birmingham

 

And as strong as Rosa Parks

When standing up for her right meant being seated

 

I write because writing means telling

And telling means showing

And showing is believing.

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