why i write

i always bring my pen to a fight

i don’t experience fright

when i have the gift of sight

no, i can’t see at night,

so i use my words as light

careful!

they’re bright

am i done? no, not quite

...

my words are my wings, so i take flight

my words are my swings, they hit with all my might

my words are gray

my words are black

my words are white

my words are the things i say

my words are why i write