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::: Written Reality :::

You tell me to write like there's no tomorrow. You say write like white men don't speak the nations language and write like I own my own freedom of speech. You say write like little black girls don't have a hard enough time finding justice and equality between skin color, babydaddies, decent educations, and career focused mentalities. You say write like there's no tomorrow just in case I don't wake up; you say write cause it's not fair that I can't speak and be heard-and you know this. You say write cause if I dare look up from this paper, facing reality will inspire me to never lay hands on pencils again. You say write like I carried the torch that led slaves through dark tunnels, infested swamps, dark eerie blown forests, and trailways to truth that burn like plastic. You say write like there's no tomorrow cause you think this is just some kind of hobby of mine. You say write cause then I can let myself listen to myself over and over again-and then you don't have to. You tell me to write. You encourage me to think.... You have gotten me to now think and write.... Now who's in trouble??

Written by: ~ Soul of Poetry