i write

when my mind ain’t right

i write

when my throat feels tight and no one’s in sight to appreciate the me that i thought they might

i write

anger and constraint

create pictures i paint

with my mind and my pen

cuz action ain’t right

and the beast is within, urging to fight

but rising above, seeing the light

my will is my might

and the dirtiest of fights

will be won when i bite

into the fruits of the labor

of my mind

when i write