I was told
not to write
Without pay
As if coin
Was the only currency
I have to deal with
As if my power is limited
As if I scour for my lines
And rhymes each time
I sit to write to read
The bones
Clattering inside me
As if I don’t write
For me
For those who bleed
Like me
Who hurt chronically
Who neurotically
Self medicate
With narcotics
And loving memories
I don’t write for free
No one has to pay me
To pay my dues
I do freely
Write to free me
And others being
Frantically living
– B. Brown
(Time clock freestyle haha five minutes before the work day begins. Rise and grind. Good morning.)
Yes, write for free, for you…. it will earn more than dollars!
Really love that one, spontaneous and true
Thanks for your time ❤️
Such a powerful, honest piece! I love that you recognize the value of words beyond monetary return. Writing is a therapeutic experience for the writer. Continue writing for your soul 🙂 that is what makes you a true writer
Thank you! Peace and love to you!
Word needed to be said! Love it!
haha thanks!
Powerful words. Honest emotion. Thanks.
thank you!
Bravo, spontaneous, deep, truth, on the mark
thank you for reading 😀