Why I Write Poems

i write to ease my brain. like an alcoholic twisting off the top of the bottle with PAIN. the words just flow easier then when i speek. i can't express how i'm feeling at times my words r ALL combined n my cheek. n then a few words leak. but it's not coming out right, so n my head i go, thoughts i SEEK. i write to let people read the REAL me. like a book u kno the character but the figure u can't see. it's somethin i hide behind. but kno the true me you'll find. i raise the pen and put it to the paper n begin to let u be un-BLIND. as a child with no father, mother's working late. i write n my little notebook to take the focus off my hate. my hate for our situation me mom n sis for food we wait. i'm 9 what can i do to help the situation we're facin. little me just bracin. for no food when i return home from school. mom does what she can she'd starve 4 days 4 us she aint uh fool. to hear kids make fun of our cloth's n wonder how at this age can u b so cruel. i write 4 many reasons some i don't even know. but thru my poems my mind does nothing but grow. my true feeling's i show. what i'v been thru by looking at me not 1 person would know. even as i grow. i put on a show. i write cuz it's like my drug of choice right now. i'm writting for hour's, head's clear then reality hits POW. i wish my mind could let me be i just don't see how. when my world is goin crazy u can turn it all around. writtin my poem everything around is a peacful sound. n my head i try to grab the thought i found. but my minds got so much n it spinning like me. i write so my evrything lets me be. n my mother ME is what i SEE.