I Write It Anyways Poem by Rachel Hughes

Sometimes I get afraid to write my poem.

Afraid someone might make me feel like a gnome.

Some people might not like what I say.

But I write it anyways.

Sometimes I write about God, politics and power.

Sometimes I write about the things that make me feel sour.

Sometimes I write about beautiful things.

Like how I write about the birds and spring.

Sometimes I write about things that make me mad.

Or the things that make me feel sad.

Sometimes I write about my hopes and dreams for tomorrow.

With words I can paint a picture of sorrow.

Some people might say my poems are bad.

Or give my poem a glance, like some passing fad.

Everybody might not like what I say.

Still, I pick up my pen and write it anyways.