The Ink Bleeds
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I write because the ink bleeds
Even when I don’t
They tell me to speak my mind
But childhood taught me that I am to be seen
And not heard
So I won’t be heard
But I will be read
Even if the words are jumbled
Fragmented
Pieced together
A bloody mess
I will be read, because no one else knows what I have to say
I write because it hurts
Even when I don’t
Because it’s magical
Even when I’m not
I write because the sickness of the mind is really sickness of the heart
And words can be a cure
Even if it’s little old me writing those words
I write because my ancestors were told that they couldn’t speak
So instead, they wrote
And wrote
And wrote
So I carry their souls in mine as I put pen to paper
And I do the unthinkable by daring to challenge
To create
To idealize
To idolize
To preach
To tell you what’s wrong with the world and how to fix
I write because the ink bleeds
Even when I don’t