Although my quills break
and sometimes ink messes up my place
although at times i run short of ideas
i will never leave the ink
Even though many times before
I've been unsuccessful
and constant degragation lay upon me
even though financially am unstable
hated, discriminated and undermined
ever regarded as a waste of body water
my ink that never blinks
links my power to my ability
my ink that has never winked
has helped me past difficult encounters
my ink that sucks the best like the wick
has made my enemies aghast
my ink that's bold and agile
has gained me some respect
i'll donate my ink
to the dessicated bottles
of the other teens who love the ink
but has been parched up by hopelessness