You cant see my pain arise through my poetry my soul cries. When I write my mind flows and my pen flies each stanza and each line tells my opinion ona ny where from women to my political views or family ties, all i know when i write the wait on my shoulders deacreases and my pain subsides. Physically i cant cry yet my soull weeps through my pen and my pad so call me sensative maybe i am, just a tad but i am who i am not who you want me to be i didnt choose poetry poetry chose me i threw away the hoop dreams for rhyme schemes so dont judge e cuz i write poetry.