You write about what could be, what should be
You write about what you see
You write to narrate others’ lives
You write in order to survive
You write because you feel oppressed, depressed,
You write because you’re mad
You write because you feel the strength
When the pen is in your hand
Your write because the words sound smoother
Then when they come from your mouth
You write because you hear the music
And have to find the words
You write because you see the beauty
In everything on Earth
You write because you see the story
When you look in someone’s eyes
You write because quantifying your thoughts
Can be too hard to do in your head
You write because you love the feeling
Of the weight off of your chest
You write because there’s no other channel
For which your passion you can express
You write because there’s nothing better
Than letting your voice be heard
You write because without that voice,
Your life would be obscured.