I will write

Through every trial and tribulation

I will write

Until I can hear the angels singing in heaven

Or until my pencil is out of point seven

I will write

Until every voice in me is silenced

And even then, I will write about the science behind the silence

The God within all good

The smile within every simile

 

I will write pass the impossible

Break it down until I’m possible

I will write

I will write

I will write until nothing can be said

Until words aren’t just words but lessons

Not clarifications but resurrections

Until war can be fought by something other than man made weapons

Until I can longer put these thoughts into words

Until these words have no choice but to be heard by “the system”

 

Until my written language is like self defense

Self defense against these corrupt governments and societies

That kill black bodies all while ignoring that small voice screaming “I want my father”

Self defense against a system that believes one race is more promising than the other

But this isn’t a race worth winning if the hare must be fast asleep on the side of the road in order for the tortoise to cross the finish line

For I too believe that this is my destiny

Until there is no hunger inside of me

 

I will write

For my dead brothers

For my weeping sisters

For my God

I will write