NYSLC's Arts, Literacy, and The Classroom Community, a Video by Melanie Hibbert

I Want To Write 

By Miguel

I want to write to turn insanity into clarity,
write to a convict on death row
and have tears roll off his cheeks.
I want my words to reach the inner
chambers of a frozen heart and let it thaw.
I want to write to a woman who has seen it all
and had enough hardships and turn them into soft voyages.
If I could, I would write to life and
let it know
it's playing a novice while it's a pro
in a game only itself knows.
I wish I could write to who I was four
years ago
to say: take it slowly, cuz if not...well you already know.
I want to write words to express
all of the stress you gain from such a test
of having your freedom taken away
by no other than yourself.
I want to write for help but I'm scared of
the one who will send it.
I want to write to a young mother
to let her see how much harder I made her
stay here,
but still she WILL reap the benefits
you can only gain from having kids.
I just want to write until carpal tunnel takes
over my wrist...and hard,
and I'll either become left handed or the
loudest man
to say what I have to say
because the world is my stand.
I want to write...

Where do I belong?
Life is confusing,
and I’ve been trying forever to find out where I belong.
I have learned that to know where I belong
I have to know who I am.
I have to look inside my heart
and find myself.
This is hard
because I have taken so many roles in my life,
I don’t know which one is really me
or if any of them are.
I have more than one side,
and I get mixed up in them
so I don’t know who I really am
or where I belong.

        Dominque