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.
Copyright © Keeley Frye | Year Posted 2009
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