WHY I WRITE

i write for those kids

the ones who never had the chance to just lie in the grass and look up at the clouds

for the ones that hide on the inside

when the teacher asks for volunteers to read out loud

i write for the ones who never even looked up at the clouds

without expecting to feel rain

i write for little girls who must double dutch near bloodstains

and don’t know their fathers’ names

i write to show the youth

that there are far more important things to think and talk about

than the fake beef between drake and meek or when the new jordans coming out

i write to give a voice to all the beautiful everyday things

like birds flying south and leaves turning colors

that get over looked

i write for all the fiends who swore they’d never get hooked

i write for all the nephews out there that know the pain

of seeing their favorite Uncle go from being one of the Kookest Kats on earth

to just a junkie always begging for change

i write for relatives who can’t relate to one another

for little girls who were looking for love and found themselves teen mothers

i write for the circle of poverty that never ends in the pj’s

for grown men that prey on young girls these days

i write for the beautiful artist, the talented poets, singers and scholars

whose talent warrants that of athletes’ dollars

i write cause a man with a ball in his hand has never been a threat

that’s why labron and steph can cash million dollar checks

i write for jail cells that get filled before the prisons are even built

i write for all those who see prisons as businesses

and wardens as CEOs

those that say lets build these prisons and fill these prisons

and see how many people they can hold

i write for parents that don’t have good parenting skills

like the ones that buy outfits rather than paying bills

i write cause God’s thoughts enter my mind in the form of rhyme

and my minds rhymes take you to the confines of grimy urban places

so when i address the fact

that so many black teens have never seen their father’s faces

they label me racist

so i write

i write to share my love affair of words with the children

because God is on my tongue and the world is in need of healing

i write cause the children didn’t understand

the depth behind the deaths of big and pac

i write cause there is no more room at all on the walls

For RIP man man—&—mookys on my block

i write for all the mothers that had their children killed by guns

i write for all the i love yous fathers never said to their sons

so i write