You say a pen is solely just a pen
But in minds like mine they are used as tools for expression
A form of admiration
My words became stories
My thoughts became ideas then formulated into stimulating action
Read in between the lines of my mind and the ending of this paper
I pick up that pen knowing it is always in my favor
I write.
My words are the story of the untold and for that I shall not speak
I will let my hands bleed to tell this story
I am no longer silent I am obsolete
