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...