We Should Recognize

Not going to write 
In rage 
Stain my pages, 
Go on a useless crusade 
Try centering self 
In the middle of progressive stages; 
All to real to turn into an act 
Thinking time and time 
How to word one's obituary feel 
As if it's from the dead im coming back. 
I hate, though I hate the word 
Printing every day 
And still seeing no change, 
So who's the one 
To criticize self 
But when we draw away to feel better 
Usually, pointing judgment on....someone else. 
What was it? 
That drove you in the beginning 
Fingers gripping truth, hands possessed for the minutes, 
Sounds of your print sounded good 
To you, the potential was there 
When we naive start off strong 
Getting out there mixing in a pond 
Thought to be a river of big fish 
When it's just a creek full of passionate you 
Flowing all around coming and going 
In the connections to the grand oceans. 
We want all those things 
To be loved and all the above, 
But the best thing to me 
Is having ears for written words 
And having a tongue to respect others, 
We are masters of our destinies 
Not of the mastery of scribed language; 
Staying true to what drives me 
Is the purpose of voice 
Striving to stay strong amongst 
My respected sisters and brothers.

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*This write is for those who write as their passion and hobby,

for the love of it thats all, you are recognized even if those who have the right and power to do so and don't.