Why write?

I write for the women before me Who had no rights to express their thoughts Oppressed through the generations Until someone took a stand I write for the wives like me Judged by the jobs of their husbands Asked why they don't follow in his footsteps Instead of letting them blaze their own trails I write for the girls like me Who grew up doubting their bodies Feeling ugly and unloved Not recognizing the beauty behind the tears I write for those who grieve Who've lost what can't be recovered Who bury their pain inside Instead of letting it flow through their fingers So why do I write? I write as my expression, my passion I write to free myself from me To become anyone I want to be I write because it's my right To show my life in lines and ink To make sense of the senseless To make the brokenness whole again