Nothing New
Speaking all came natural to me
Just the same as the birds and the bees
I always heard it was a reason that the caged bird sings
That just never resonated with me
See how can you sing when you know you are getting nowhere in life
Your voice is supposed to free you write
See when I speak it is like I’m setting a new stage on which my brothers can stand on
Because after a while I’ll be long gone
As my grandmother says I’ll be gone home
Up yonder so I try and leave my mark
And poetry is just my start
On your mark, set, go,
Will what I speak touch your soul
I don’t know but it’s from mine
I came to vent I got my heart broken a few times
I wrote all day and night line after line
It’s tough writing a stanza when your eyes hurt from crying
But never the less after the words were down this young man felt a whole lot better
It’s a lot of reasons I write, so I can’t say just one
Maybe I’ll have a better Idea when it’s all said and done.