Poem: Free At Last

Confusion, Determination

these terms run wild in my mind

Captured like an animal

In a cage, I’m confined

Escaping in danger

now mentally enslaved

tormented, beaten,

welts permanently engraved.

Running, being chased

by ferocious hunt dogs

Contradictory statements

of my inner monologue

Overworked, underpaid

Extreme work conditions

Undereducated,

yet we still have ambition.

A long adventurous journey

traveling thru the town

Creeping in the night

Knowing I’m freedom bound.

Long nights alone and cold

scared, frighten

yet extremely bold.

Running, sweating,

heart beating fast

Praying to God

Finally Free At Last.

written by

-D. Justice B.

March 17, 2000

 

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Why I Write, Why I Blog

hand writingI’ve always been an avid reader since I was a kid. Along with reading came writing. I remember writing a lot as a teenager, poetry, novels or whatever was on my mind at the time. One of the reasons I decided to start a blog was because as I’ve gotten older I’ve lost the passion I used to have for writing and want to get back to that.

I Can Backspace, Delete, Re-Phrase, or Re-Write

Writing for me, is the easiest way for me to express myself. I’ve always been better at writing in a foreign languages than in speaking them. And by better I mean more accurate in verb conjugation and proper tense. Much of that is probably due to the fact that I have more time to formulate my thoughts. I can backspace, delete, re-phrase, rewrite before it’s seen by anyone else. And that in itself is really comforting.

Talking aloud or to anyone else, for me isn’t difficult but I find that my mind wanders and I’m already on the next thought before I finish speaking the previous. Additionally, I  have a real need for speed, so I’m always walking fast, driving fast, eating fast, and talking fast. So they’ll be times when I know in theory what I want to say but can’t formulate my thoughts into, intelligible verbal words. So I write.

I write. At least that’s my goal. To get back to doing the things I used to find so much love in doing. I used to perform spoken word and do talent shows. That kid, that teenager, that young adult…that’s where I want to get back to. Only with the maturity and knowledge that I now possess.

Writing is therapeutic. Especially, when I go back and look at older journal entries or poems I wrote years ago. The growth I see in myself– or NOT sometimes. It’s like looking in the mirror and seeing the exact things you need to change or work on. Like a highlighter in a book on text you don’t want to forget.  You start seeing recurring themes. And hopefully, eventually, you change and grow and prevent repeat offenses.

So here I am writing and blogging and bettering myself through these words…my thoughts on paper and on this screen.  And so for all these reasons, I’ll continue to write and to blog.

-Justice

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