Am I a writer? Yes.
But that is simply because I write.
And I write so that you can read.
I don’t write for acknowledgement or admiration.
I don’t write for acceptance or validation.
I’ve learned that those things are frivolous,
because I don’t care how pretty my words are
If you don’t hear what I say.
So listen. Pay attention.
My audible voice has been silenced for so long
that here is where I speak freely.
The writer is the other half, the conveyor of my truths,
since I’ve been taught to have a public self
separate from my private self.
But that’s all about to change.
I don’t want to be a phony.
I’m not going to pretend for the sake of your comfort
Or mine.
So listen up, because I have a lot to say.
