Writer's Block

I wanted to write something worth reading Something that would capture your mind Something that would leave you with a tremendous feeling And have you thinking that my words are divine But when I put my pencil to the paper Its like my thoughts just turned into vapor And evaporated into thin air Now, at this blank sheet of paper I stare And I ask myself, "Where do I begin?" And do I really have something worth readin Do people want to hear what I have to say Or should I just ball up this sheet of paper and throw it away Are my words strong enough to invade your brain Are my words soft enough to heal your hurt and pain Are my words hateful enough to make you want to fight Are they fascinating enough to keep you up thinking all night I wonder can my words make you dump your mate Can my words make you love, can they make you hate Can my words make you laugh, can they make you cry Do my words make you ask yourself the question "Why?' Or... Do my words just confuse you And make you wonder why some people do the things they do Make you wonder why I'm not locked up in a crazy home And restricted from all sharp objects and the telephone Do they make you wonder why my friends stick by my side And will I one day end up committing suicide Because sometimes, I wonder about things like this I wonder why all these young girls are cutting their wrists And why these doggs are always tryin to get a bone Why won't they just chill, and leave a girl alone And why are these females always trying to hate Always trying to eat more that they can fit on their plate And why is "The Man" always hassling my friends Got me thinkin it's a sin to be black and breathin I mean, why can't they just chill and let us be When will we ever be truly free But maybe we are and I just don't see... These are some thoughts in the mind of Sheri