Far from here I go

When the pen hits the pad

New worlds open

And my mind is ever ready

Sometimes I get so excited

I can't keep my hands steady

All that I carry within

I pour onto paper

I slowly construct the story

So that each moment I will savor

Every drop of sweat is seen when it's read

Every tear has been felt everytime a person has said:

"Thank you for sharing your story with me"

"Thank you for dipicting you emotions so deeply"

Sometimes I write simply to get a point across

Sometimes I write to display pain, love or lost

Closer to you all only with the pen in hand

Closer am I finally to understanding the man

That was given the gift of expression

And the key to the people's hearts

A legacy to leave behind

That can never be taken apart

I write for my family, my friends, my city and my people

I write for the old, the young, the strong and the feeble

Never to let anyone get in my way

From taking my feelings and putting them on display

Whatever I feel, I write

Whether they think it's wrong or right

I do this for those who are black

And as well as white

Because I don't lose any sleep at night

Worrying about what other people think

Because if you don't like it

Remember: It's just paper and ink

Which are two things that have become more important to me than any hobby or fad

Because the only time I'm at peace

Is when the pen hits the pad