Why I Write

I write because of the voices. The voices of hate. The voices that doubt. The voices of bullies

I write because of those that doubted my abilities; those that doubted I would become anything. Those that felt they were better than me.

I write because i wish to show all who doubted me, the army of hate against me and many like me, that I would rise above them and take them off their pedestals to allow the others that were below them, the others that had to endure the intolerance and insufferable noise of those voices of hate, to rise above them.

I write because of a man who saw my talents. A man that has been with me before I was alive. A man that gave me hope with my talents. A man that showed me the beauty of my words that flow through the pen into the paper to creat art undefined by any limitations; the words that show the beauty of uncaged creativity.

I write because I wanted my voice heard, over the army of hate that drowned out all of my thoughts and created my self-hatred.

I write to better myself, and to help others realize that they aren't alone. That we are the bigger army, that we can overpower the army of hate that seperates us and drowns out our voices in the dark so we can't find each other. So we can't overpower them.

I write because of the voices that said I was insignificant.

I write to rise others past the voices.

I write to allow others to Float On from their pain.

I write because of the voices.