Nothing To Write

On a comfy small chair Scratching my long not silky hair Of cause am an African its just flair The hair is just an identity like a Blair But nothing to write not even an affair Am talented I wonder why I despair Writing comes from home am an heir I should know what to write not despair But I try to bring my mind from there Where I all I see and feel is just glair I try to go out and get some air Nothing to write just thoughts that are not clear Instead of going in circles I feel squares I wish my brain was nice enough to spare Nothing to write so I just stare The chair is lonely am almost dropping a tear Writing is all I thought was to me fair But I lost ideas none is near I know no one set up a snare It’s just that am not lucky so I stare Nothing to write is not fair But I will wait on this comfy chair To be able to make my talent clear I want to write fast as dear About the day I had nothing to share.