Why I write

I write for my life I write for the horse abused by the yank of its master's reins and for me an the children who doesn't know their farthers name I write to show my peers that there is something more important to talk about than the sexual things they have done did or will do I write to create a path to explain the hatred or the put my love in words I write to give true beauty voice like the beautiful flowers blooming or the sunset and rise that often overlooked and for the addicts who claimed they won't get hooked I write for the families that don't see eye to eye for the teen moms filled with anger and bitterness inside i write for the grown man who prey on young girls these days and for the poor that actually tries to change their ways I write for the innocent who couldn't prove their innocence and for the mental to hope they gain some sense I write for the kids who have to attend court to prove they've been raped and for the murderers and rapists that have escaped I write for those who want a new beginning I write for the parents with no skills willing to get their hair and nails done saying to hell with those bills I write for all the children sitting in the dark and for the Pitbulls being euthanized that now have silent barks I write for the hours farthers spend away from the children and all the bill money spent on the scandalous women I write because sometimes I have no words... I write for the bullets that had goals and for the lifesavers who stopped them who life was stole I write for the mothers who babies now lie in the ground cold poetry is my way of expression the place I release my aggression depression it's almost like my obsession the only one I trust my deepest possessions I write cause I have right.. Right?