I write because sometimes my mouth won’t cooperate with my mind
The words will flow but it takes much more time
For the lines to come together when sometimes I’m embarrassed to speak
When tear drops stain the page and I want to avoid looking weak
Or actually being exposed at my weakest point aching with pain
Rolling a word assistant in the form of a joint ignited with flame
When sometimes the smoke is not physical it’s my natural high
That keeps me going forward with a never-ending will to try
I breathe hoping that it will continue when one day for sure it will end
Hoping that the Lord will say he knew me call me his son and embrace me as a friend
I write because I love, feel, hope, want and need
It’s ventilation for me when I hurt, smile, cry or bleed
It’s my haven my message my gift to the world
It’s my legacy for my son my identity for my girl
Daddy’s babies will always know who I am or was
I write my pains and deepest emotions just because
If you laugh when you read or cry when you read it’s fine whatever
If you feel what I feel we laughed and cried together
I could continue this poem till the end of my life
But I won’t I’ll just say this is a few reasons why I do write