What once was three-fifths is now one whole.
What was once whipped and chained lives in my soul.

I write because I can.

Did you know that my voice is heard in this land?
The land of the free and the home of the slave.
Where opinions are bountiful but minds are concave.

I write because I can.

The forces of my mind, body and soul collide.
And the words flow freely like ice cream down the arm of a carefree child on a sunny day.

The literacy literally uplifts me. Us.
We rise through the syntax.
The metaphors give us wings.
The letters make us sing.

So. I write.
Because I can.