Understand

All the way back from 2007, when a seventeen year old poet wanted to take on the world.

I'm the one deciding what goes on inside this head of mine 

It's my right to be part of it or not 

I'm the one behind this protest line that is marching 

I don't think it matters if I'm wrong 

I'm trying my hardest here 

In case you haven't noticed this is everything I am 

I'm writing my soul out on paper and I'll retell it later 

When I can 

And hopefully they'll understand 

I want the world to know my history through poetry 

I believe I'm capable of such

I desire a burning fire of passion for this silenced choir 

I never wanted anything this much 

I'm feeling so heavy now 

I need a silent place to channel all my thoughts at once 

I'm writing my soul out on paper 

And I'll retell it later 

When I can 

And hopefully they'll understand 

Seven years old I said that I will be a writer 

Seven years on I said that life is so unfair 

Seventeen years old I am a freedom fighter 

Seven years from now they will care 

I want this to be really perfect 

I hope these kids will listen and will want to make a stand 

I'm writing my soul out on paper 

And I'll retell it later 

When I can 

And hopefully they'll understand 

I'm the one deciding what goes on inside this head of mine 

It's my right to be part of it or not 

Author's Note

I was seventeen when I wrote this, (I'm twenty-two now). It's only been five years, but there's been a heck of a lot of changes.

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

I'm feeling so heavy now
I need a silent place to channel all my thoughts at once
I'm writing my soul out on paper
And I'll retell it later
When I can
And hopefully they'll understand

I want this to be really perfect
I hope these kids will listen and will want to make a stand
I'm writing my soul out on paper
And I'll retell it later
When I can
And hopefully they'll understand

I'm the one deciding what goes on inside this head of mine
It's my right to be part of it or not

I had to look into your lines of this one and pick the lines that gave much to the reader and those give this much to be reflective...and so does the rest...but I like the transformation within those stanzas...