Why I Write

You ask me why I write
And the answer is this
To express myself in a brand new light
No one can touch my words
And try to make it their own
Because I wrote these words
I ain’t saying this to be strong
Because I already know I am.
Try to steal my words
And you asking to be punish
With a adjective, after a noun,
But not until the verb does it thing
Hitting you with a plural and make you wish
You never thought about stealing what I came up with.

Why do I write…
To tell people a story about me
Or about the love I wish I had for me
The way I fell for this one guy
And then found another to take his place
Right now I wish I could just date
Paper and pen
At least I could always count on them to be my best friend.

I write because…
There’s nothing better to do,
But let the words flow and tell the truth
Like I had sex with only two guys
And I’m looking for my third
So he can explore what I have inside.
I want him to get lost in my mind
Screaming my name just so he don’t think he gonna die.

I write because it’s not a hobby to me
It’s what I want to grow up and be
I want to be famous and let others see
How I can express myself without even looking
That deep within me.

Why do I write?
To pass the time
And one day
Y’all gonna wish y'all have what’s mine.