I write, I write, I write
I edit and revise
I write a few words
I write a few chapters

I read and write
Through the day
And through the night

I share my stories
With those who I’m acquainted
With those who can critique
I share my stories
With the world

My stories are for
The voices unheard
For the people I will NEVER be
For the people I will learn to become

My stories are for me
For me to express
For me to know

My stories are to calm
That innovative roar
That rings in my soul