I wrote my first lines to win love.
Then I wrote to defend what is  right.
I don't know if I was a poet  or writer.
Just some few lines of words but it makes sense.
Then I wrote again. Wether verses or prose, I can't really tell.
Just a rebel writer that I am...

The ink seduced me. I can't stop anymore
I am just an ordinary writer in a low class community school.
I find my purpose in- between the lines.

I love the poem
I love the slam
But I am in love with the lines.

I can't stop anymore because I am a rebel writer.
Spilling the ink in- between the lines resonate louder than the megaphone.

I want my voice to be heard.
I fight the wrong.
- The political malpractice
- The financial thievery
- The religious opium
I see men and women in love.
I see other suicide of love.
I see hope and see hopeless.

I wish I can put my pen at rest here and lock my ink for good.
I am a rebel writer.
I fight with my pen.
I bring justice with the ink

I write for love and about love.
And I write when it is legitimate.
I will sink feather into the ink when power abuses  the youths

I am here...
To contribute my quota to our call as writer.
A big clap to all writers...
Written by OncleNyck (MatureBoy)
Author's Note
The journey of a writer is a call.... No matter the purpose.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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