WHY I WRITE

I write because I am scorned on the inside

From the stab wounds of betrayal of those loved ones who just needed someone to trample over to get by

From the roughness of the streets

and my inability to find peace

Thanks to society around me-

and inner racism that peaks.

Cause I yearn for that love a higher male figure

Though I recieved beatings and watched as he distorted my image and made me look disfigured

I write to tell stories of the hell I have lived and risen

as a survivor who just needs escape roots so she can just let all be forgiven

to leave behind a legacy that doesnt forbid mistakes

but allows them to build them up so noone can ever doubt or be able to forsake