Why I do Write Pt.1

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    Why I do Write Pt.1

    I write because sometimes my mouth won’t cooperate with my mind
    The words will flow but it takes much more time
    For the lines to come together when sometimes I’m embarrassed to speak
    When tear drops stain the page and I want to avoid looking weak
    Or actually being exposed at my weakest point aching with pain
    Rolling a word assistant in the form of a joint ignited with flame
    When sometimes the smoke is not physical it’s my natural high
    That keeps me going forward with a never-ending will to try
    I breathe hoping that it will continue when one day for sure it will end
    Hoping that the Lord will say he knew me call me his son and embrace me as a friend
    I write because I love, feel, hope, want and need
    It’s ventilation for me when I hurt, smile, cry or bleed
    It’s my haven my message my gift to the world
    It’s my legacy for my son my identity for my girl
    Daddy’s babies will always know who I am or was
    I write my pains and deepest emotions just because
    If you laugh when you read or cry when you read it’s fine whatever
    If you feel what I feel we laughed and cried together
    I could continue this poem till the end of my life
    But I won’t I’ll just say this is a few reasons why I do write

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    monkyntz commented on Why I do Write Pt.1

    05-07-2009

    god, it's like you were writting about me. so many good points but the first5 line said it. great work

    JadedJezzabel commented on Why I do Write Pt.1

    04-24-2009

    i could not have said it better myself. i understand you too. thanks for reading my stuff.

    GucciGurl commented on Why I do Write Pt.1

    04-23-2009

    Wow again! You blow my mind!

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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