And of all the people in the world to be, she chose to be herself, and more and more herself. That, too, is something.
-Alice Walker on
Zora Neale Hurston
I want to be a writer
To retell life as I see it
applying literal imagery to all intricacies
of the cruel world
I want to give light to the lightless
to provide a guide to those who dwell in the dark
my words will prove to be an holy ark.
on boarding those who chose to pick from my
I want to provide solace to the soulless
to give the lifeless comfort
a fort home to those attempting to fight the fight
I want to make words dance
to give words swift graceful movement
like daises in the summer breeze
I will be mean.
Telling the tell like it is what it is
only the conscious will read my
words with eye number three
I will write stories
that will turn this world upside down!
I am ready to accept the license
my pen rewards me.
I want to set free the subconscious
me that had been dying to provide
social commentary to this wicked, wicked
systems of things
I do see.
I will write with my third eye.
I will read with my fourth and fifth
My words will be medicine that the GODS prescribe.