Not everyone writes the same nowadays
That being an easy thing to see
But we darken our minds, to blind us from the light on offer
Blind to the wonder of the word as it lays down on the page
Roses are red, Violets are blue
Simple yet o so sweet
The worlds against me yet still I rise
The boy hoping to appear to stand up to the might of the world
Kill, Stab, Bleed, Punch
graphic but the inner pain on show
I traveled across the vast chasms of my mind
Climbed the cliffs for answers
But stood in horror as I found emptiness
My mind literally a grand canyon of thought
The girl able to articulate her thoughts the best way she can
It maybe longer than others
But her intentions still remain the same as the many others around
The girl stigmatized doe
Claims are made shes tryna make a mockery of the not so literate other
Why?
We write together as a community to express ourselves,
The best way we can so let your gifts be appreciated
Treat everyday as Christmas
In hope that we can pass on the writing spirit to our young...
