I write, first and foremost, for me
Because if I didn't pick up a pen and paper to express my stress
Lord knows I would blow my brains out positively
With that being said...
I write for every "head"
Standing on the block
Trying to flip all kinds of merchandise
So they can get one more hit to make that turmoil in their minds stop
I write for the drug dealers all around
Selling every drug known to man and then some
Because they have no other skill
No education except the making of dope transactions
I write for the child whose childhood was taken
Raising babies not her own
Mother always gone
Father MIA
Too afraid to abandon her family but
Needing a life so desperately she doesn't want to stay
I write for the teenager whose life revolves around school
By their parents they are physically, emotionally, and verbally abused
Made to believe the fabrication that they themselves are deceivors
All because when sexually violated, people refuse to listen to truth
So the axiom by lies is devoured and they are not given ears
I write for the mother who doesn't see her children
Working 24 hours a day, 7 days a week
Just so her family can have a place to rest their heads
And plenty of food on the table to eat
I write for the father who is more than a dead beat dad
Trying to keep a job in the "white man's" world
Kept away from his kids by not scandalous women
But women acting like immature vilifying little girls
I write for those who are currently incarcerated
Who cares how you got there
To be locked up like animals is psychologically damaging
Having no freedoms, everything regulated
I don't see how you do it
Because I did two days and was completely devastated
I write for those family members lost over in the war
I write for those who come home injured and
Still have no idea what they were over there fighting for
I write for the sons and daughters lost in these streets
Fighting a war everyday, whether they know it or not
Right here in our own country
I write for all those lost in the many tragedies
To name a few, September 11th
Hurricane Katrina
And the tidal wave claiming thousands over in the Phillipines
I write for souls lost
And those with troubled minds
Them feeling like their fortunes will never change
Trapped in an abyss of obscurity for the better part of their lives
I write for those mentally stuck in purgatory
And for those trying to fight their way out of Hades
I write for those who have to sell themselves to get by
And these babies out here having babies
I write not because I can
But because I have no choice
I write for those without a pen
For those who have no voice
I have to write to tell those stories
For those who don't know how to tell them
You see I am the voice of thousands of I'm A Grown Ass Adults
And thousands of Innocent Little Children
Not everyone has the courage to take a stand or speak up
And when they do and are ignored they lose strength and in anxiety are stuck
I am that courage that gets their message out
Their reserve of tenacity to lift their heads and stand
The power in their lungs to be heard above all as they scream and shout
No matter what repercussions may be in accession
I am a representative of my people
Just as all poets are
So notice we speak for our people
Telling all stories of every kind
Tales picked up from those dearest to our hearts
And thousands of miles afar
All that I ask is you listen
Because some of these stories are crying
And anyways it's rude not to pay attention to a story teller
Because it may be their own story and they could be telling you that in some way they're dying
Now these stories may be at some point fictional
But only because the names have been changed
And you are not walking around my mental
Know that all these tales do ring true
And I know these days that it's not just those I named off that I'm writing for
I know that some of it I'm writing for you
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