Why I write
Why I jumble some poetic words and propel them into flight
Off my fingertips and onto the screen
Where sometimes while reading them I growl or beam
And they become a stream of thoughts
Rocked together by rhythm and rhyme

Sometimes I can go weeks without remembering why I write
I am caged within life’s patterns
And don’t have the time
I forget, and become temporarily blind
To the fact that my only liberty is through each poem escaping my mind
How when I write I have a choice
I have the power to regret or rejoice
I have a message that someone can hear,
An uncensored meaning that they can judge or fear
When I scribble, even though I am too juvenile to speak
Compressed within society’s chest, silent and meek
I still have a voice

That when I write I am more than a mundane adolescent
Striving to discover my natural light instead of a fluorescent
For when I write
When I embrace a stage
I hold ability far beyond my age
My name is worth remembering
Even though its wearer is constantly blending and bending
Changing and rearranging
Merging with the views of those who witness me and how I perceive myself
Sometimes she revolutionizes with such stealth
That when she peers into the mirror she views a woman
That she’s not ready to be
That I am not ready to be
I just want to be Ariel
But I don’t know who Ariel is
How can I find myself if I haven’t even created it?

Sometimes I can go weeks without remembering to write
Because I’ve forgotten how
If I forget to write
I’ve forgotten to fight
To be heard vibrant and proud
I lose the feeling steaming through my veins right now
The feeling of not breathing air but words
That through my lips escapes a plethora of birds
Creating a home within the mind
Of anyone who dares to find
A call that was designed for their ears
A line that can soothe their fears
And how each stanza I remember to inscribe
Is a member of the tribe
Of clarity and understanding
Reinvigorating and expanding
All the beauty standing on this earth
Bur right now I have not forgotten
And I refuse to let these words dwell in my skull until they become rotten
This is a moment I have driven myself to write
And pour down a cascade of insight.