I write
because of the moon
because the most high
allows ideas to attack me daily
because mc's
wanna move the crowd
and I wanna move
mountains
I write
because I was never taught to,
but I learned how to read
in spite of him and always for her
I write
because of the Alchemist
for the seasons in Neruda
and if Frida was alive
she would be my very best friend
I write
for Botero's view on beauty
and Saul's passion
I write
because I never knew my father
I barely know my mother
and my grandmother died
I write
for my version of a second hand
story passed down to me
through drunk tongues
I write to make you
uncomfortable
to remind you that
you don't know me
I write
for love,
for the idea of love,
for the idea of love that I would give my life for
Injustices with baby fingers
I write
to gain courage for them,
sanity for me,
and to keep her woo'd
I write
because paper is sacrifice
to not let the tree die in vain
I write ultimately,
to be free
Below is an example of my work that I have performed and published.
Enjoy.
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