Mar 2015
What's the best way I express myself?
It's what some people ask me
Impulsively writing since I was eight
Rhyming always came along naturally
Didn't say much when I was a kid
My aunt thought I was mute
Daydreaming in my journal in school
The more I wrote the more I found my voice
It got louder
My weapon of choice
Became my words
A lady doesn't physically fight
Grandma told me that's not right
Let's just say I've committed mental ******
Once or twice
Cause ******* think that I'm that ***** to try
No, not i
It's what some people ask me
Impulsively writing since I was eight
Rhyming always came along naturally
Didn't say much when I was a kid
My aunt thought I was mute
Daydreaming in my journal in school
The more I wrote the more I found my voice
It got louder
My weapon of choice
Became my words
A lady doesn't physically fight
Grandma told me that's not right
Let's just say I've committed mental ******
Once or twice
Cause ******* think that I'm that ***** to try
No, not i
Growing up I often felt ignored, like nobody cared what I had to say, but the more I got older the more I realized that God cares and the blank pieces of paper in my journal cared too, the more I confided in those two the brighter my light shined through
