I began to write
But, was told that I am wrong.
I love to write
But, was told that loving you is wrong.
I offered my writings
But, was told I gave the wrong things.
I decided that I am write
Thus, will not concede to wrong.
I found my mister do write
Thus, in my heart I can do no wrong
I gave my heart with writings
Now, my pages are filled with Right Things.
Jiivanii RedMarks January 23, 2010 ©