Why I Write?!
as a boy,almost 6,
I remember vividly,
he walked out on us timidly,
it was almost 6 in the morning,
I woke up yawning,
I stood there waiting,
for a man I used to call dad,
to play with me this game that we had,
but he didn't show, I felt bad,
I didn't know he could be so bad,
I was so mad, I mean upset,
was he an actor?!
was he acting good only onset?!
of my life story,
a story that will make you feel sorry,
but I don't want you to feel sorry,
cause from dust came the glory,
of a boy so creative,
who took the initiative,
to scribble and doodle his emotions,
an artistic writer with no limitations,
blessing the world with all his inspirations...
and that's why,
Why I Write!