Ummm. This is my “why.” If anyone ever wondered why I write, it is because my writing comes from a place that other people cannot control.

Satisfied

They cracked my teeth
Made it ugly for me to speak
Thought it would make me
Keep my mouth closed 
Didn’t work though
So they pierced my ear
Hoping that I couldn’t hear
That sounds that inspired life
But that didn’t act right 
So they went after what’s left
My heart is so bereft
They took my voice 
Man, they took my voice
And now they are satisfied 

But what they did not know
Is my voice pours out my soul
And is my life my love my light 
So instead of speaking it 
I write
Now
I am satisfied