#i write because

I Write Because….

I write because it’s fun. To spread knowledge (or hope to…).

I write to tell the world how amazing the world is. To show people that there are so many things around us that are absolutely stunning. To teach people how it works and to teach them to take a second to marvel at how amazing it is.

I write about the past, because that is what shapes our present. I write about the present because that…

I write because

Screaming is too loud

And the sex only lasts the night

Drugs are unappealing

And liquor doesn’t sit with me right

I write to hid that I’m sweating cause this role is just to tight

Because 

It could look like an overdose

An accidental integration

Into the nation

Of the land of the free in the grave

Because

Someone has got hold me accountable

So my led gravestone

Won’t turn on its lights

Today I woke up

I was hoping I wouldn’t

Being called a faggot and the n word

You’d think I’d be over it

But no

Screw this

There was a storm

Mama and papa are taking a while coming home

My siblings are at fiends houses

And I am all alone

In a home

No it’s a house

And I’m an intruder

I’m a blouse

That I wish

Could hide the breasts I bear

That I wish weren’t there

It wasn’t beautiful but

The picture is still on the wall

Yay first day at home

Pink balloons strewn down the hall

It’s a girl

What a whirl

You’re in for a ride

The same damn blouse

Hiding a son in side

After it all

Will I still be standing here

You all here in the room

I beg you

Hold me accountable

The same as I hold you

When my email sends out

Saying it was an accident

You know the truth

When they find me

In the future

Or if you find my neon grave

Let them know that I spoke

Know that I  gave

Everything in me

I gave it my all

I knew what it was like to fly

It was worth the fall

And the music said

Creation would be the beginning of my purpose

So know you were witness

Blog A Day June: Why do I write?

Right for this… I’m setting a timer and will write for ten minutes and we’ll see what comes out. Ready… 3, 2, 1…. GO!

I have to write because there is too much going on in my head. When I first meet someone, I am painfully shy, its almost embarrassing, especially because I work in customer service, I didn’t speak for nearly three months when I started my current job. I recently moved desk and I’m…