To Write (Wrong | Right)

Why I write when, how, what, and to whom do I write To write what some may consider wrong or right I live to write day and night to lift my spirits and feel alright Write freely to be me and people to understand me even when they can’t see me I write for those who have the privilege, not right, to read Reading, writing, and all forms arithmetic should be synonymous with how humans breathe And yet somehow, I bet that for all of our blood, tears, and sweat, Some of us cannot truly write because there’s only so much emotion left For those who told you that, my friend, they themselves are in the wrong Emotion is a human condition, like ambition that keeps one’s life long The fact of the matter is that writing truly does matter Could make one believe over anything he/she has been deceived About, thoughts that has had and/or will be in doubt May you hold those within you or else grow thirsty from a mental drought One can write wrong things, but the action itself makes it more of the right variation of a fact A rite of passage to freewrite and/or rewrite, and somehow end up to be right Oh the feeling can make a man/woman feel so much delight And soar high in the sky with much flight Writing to express one’s self can only help oneself And alleviate and eradicate any of the pain you once felt Writing can build, recreate, and reconstruct Removing any bad vibes that were allowed initiated to disrupt One’s mind is always at war, on a battlefield that’s as dark as no sight The line is damn near invisible to one’s eyes alright It matters to the highest degree imaginable, regardless of any “right or wrong” hype This and much more is all why I, like many, LIVE to write…