Why do I write? Because I believe in doing what I love.
Some of my friends sing and some of them run, I write.
I write because there are things that shouldn’t be left unsaid.
I believe in sitting at Starbucks, a venti caramel macchiato in hand.
As my cracked lips press against the plastic brim
I use my drink to fuel my words.
Writing should be like throwing up on the paper.
When I write, I feel a certain high that’s hard to put into words.
I believe in using my passion to make a change.
I write to speak the unspoken.
I write because children still come to school with black and blues
from ‘falling down the stairs’ too many times.
I write for the women who are afraid to run away
and for the veterans who can’t sleep at night.
I write because people still have to endure chemo
and to show how some still have to hide their sexuality.
Some of your friends may cry themselves to sleep at night
and you would never know.
I believe in writing to show how the prettiest of smiles
can hide the ugliest of secrets.
I write because words do hurt
but remember they can heal too.
Most importantly, I write for hope.
because there is no greater feeling than using my words as medicine for the soul.
I want to live in a world where writing is embraced, and not silenced.
Writing serves as the basis for humanity
as it builds up on wishes and dreams.
Some write to remember, some write to forget.
I write to expose my imperfections and my raw emotions.
I write for faith, for love, and for my grandmother’s necklace that I wish I could find.
How about you?
