I Bleed

My emotional writing

I don't write, I bleed, I bleed through my pen
For the pain, for the skin I am in
I reveal my life in my words
I write my truth
I go inside and write for the girl who was never heard
I bleed for her, it is she who my word serve
I stay inside and write for the young women never given a choice 
Took too many years to gain her voice 
I bleed for her, her voice is sound
To some it astounds
I bleed for the women within
She loves deep, she loves him
To let him go she can't begin
I don't write I bleed through my pen
The word pour though my skin
I lay naked for you to witness my sin
I don't write, I bleed through my pen
I bleed through my pen

Reviews

[kollaboratyve]

This poem is symmetrical,and logical...nicely done. The images of a bloody pen dives into and expresses the essence of life.

[Queen Faye]

Thank you...that is my life.