I am a writer at heart
It’s been hard
Hard to keep up my guard
I was stuck in the dark
Just trying to find my start
Trying to figure out how to make my mark
Some thought I didn’t have the smarts
But my poetry has been going for yards
They had it backwards
I’m a writer nothing less
I am bless
It’s been in my flesh
All along I knew it was in my chest
They couldn’t see it so they tried to commit theft
But I left them stressed
I been walking through the war with a bulletproof vest
Just to provide for my nest
When I realized they wasn’t there I had to find myself
I tried to turn back to please
Until I realized I was displeased
I had released my dreams
I stop believing
I had to come back because I felt like I wasn’t breathing
Like some one ripped my soul out
When I realized that someone was me
I started going hard once again
Now I’m gaining from it
I’m a writer at heart
I knew it when I picked up that pen when I was 8
I wrote my first story on that stormy night
It felt like the first time I took flight
Until I dropped the pen and seen the light
I knew it wasn’t right
I had to find me again
All the late nights up feeling pain
I knew it was something
Sitting in class feeling like something is missing
Running on that field knowing this isn’t me
Seeing the smiles on my family face
Kept me going but my mind was in space
I had to trace back and change the pace
I found myself when I started writing speeches
It spark something I hadn’t felt in so long
My pride
I was ready to ride
That led to the beginning of a new era
A new me
The beginning of K. Exum
