Why Do You Write?

By Kenisha Kapur

“Why do you write?” they asked.

The answer is, I don’t.

I don’t write,

instead, I stab my paper with a knife I call ‘feelings.’

I don’t write,

instead, I bleed words onto my page.

I don’t write,

instead, I splatter thoughts on my canvas.

I don’t write,

instead, I give my sheet a part of my soul.

I don’t write,

instead, I fix a broken piece of my heart.

No, I don’t write.

But for the sake of it, 

I’ll answer the question as though I do.

I write,

because nobody listens.

By Kenisha Kapur