Why I write?

I don't write, the pen is my breathing apparatus
I come alive on paper to describe a world so acrimonious
Thoughts expunged and my diary is the sponge as I soak it with ink
And with every keystroke, my voice through the ink is the link

I had to find a way to scream in a world so loud
A world where brutality & inequality are enshroud
My pen is my weapon in a war fought with guns
No one can erase my ink when my mind is ready for reruns

Adding my voice to the pleas of justice is my simple annotation
Speaking truth to power and my words are my ammunition
The tempest rages as I take aim at all injustices without bias
My allegiance is questioned by those who give my truth an alias

Yes, I also write to vent about my personal struggles
Poetry is my ventilator and my expressive outlet for my marbles
It is my soliloquy in a world not ready to hear my thoughts
And when I write, the clever are wise to take notes

I write sometimes about feelings and emotions
I hear love makes the world spin in different motions
It's beauty, it's distractive, disruptive & destructive power remains unparalleled
Impelled by it's notion, my troubles are quelled and my writing feels propelled and compelled

I write because my thoughts are very nagging
Yes I have a gift and trust me I'm not bragging
Depriving the world of my gift & my thoughts would be nefarious
Writing is my escape, it's my adventure, it is my peace and it is McDennias!

By McDennias H. Moyo
# McDeePoetry2020
© McDennias H. Moyo🇿🇼