Anything I write has to come from me
Whether you disagree
Whether you think I should tune it down a little,
Refrain from some topics
Wait no!
what I should do is refrain from these talks
Cause its killing me like the elephant in the room
Its bugging me like the smell of a public restroom
Your opinions are only increasing the volume
bringing back the memories of dying on the inside
When the metaphors had no place to reside but my notebook
When the words hooked and shook the pen in my hand
And then, it all started to blend
Mixing the truth of my emotions and views
It was all breaking news when emotions were expressed
Now it all breaking issues expressed
Now, sadly most poetry has the same colours
That is why I'm a writer
A fighter
So just step back and let me do my part
let me give you the colours from my heart