Why I Write

I write to verbally wrong those who are blind without written rights with no lyrical sight living in the poems day not knowing its what happens in the poems dream at night shedding literal darkness upon my lights with a bit of courage feeling fright in the sky flying like a chinese kite eating away at the core sugar cake bite chopped verbs like cow skin tripe in the words personal hype through letters slowly but surely typed small yet reaching heights among a culture bleeding yet still choked tight because its not a maybe or a might poetically doing what I do when I WRITE.