My feelings use to be bottled in
so I didn’t know where to begin.
I picked up a pen and let my story begin.

Do I write because I’m right
or for others delight .

Do I write out of fright
or do I write because there is enough light.
If my beats aren’t tight
Lord let my words still take flight.

I’m not a fighter I’m a writer.
That’s why I will only fight you on paper
where it’s much safer.
I will always fight for what I believe in.

So to all my haters,complainers,
intimidators,and all debaters.
This will never stop me
because God’s spirit is within me.

May the words I now utter
melt hearts like butter.
I’m not sure where this might go,
but I’ll keep writing,
and watch it grow.