1/24/2016 0 Comments
Why do I write.
I write because I need to. Because I don't have the time to be a painter, sculptor, photographer, and psychologist, so stories made of words will have to do. I write because I'm in love with words, even the ugly ones. I write because I'm black and stories are my heritage, my birthright, and they are what I'll pass on. I write because there are more forgotten poems and stories than there are stars, and I just want a handful. I write because I might be good at it, but I need to be sure. I write because sometimes I'm better on paper than in person. I write because even failure can be beautiful if its caught in just the right words. I write because entire worlds exist in between me and the page, doled out in black ink, and to them I am God. But this blogging game, it's the devil.
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Not my real name, but it does roll right off the tongue, doesn't it?