As I sit back and think, I ask myself why? Why does poetry interest me? What inspired me to want to share it with the world? What is it all about to be a good person? Or is the term “good person” just a toxic term? I think everyone has a different definition of what a good person is. When I really think deeply about it.

I have only heard people say “wow that’s a really good person” when a person is agreeing with them or serving them in some type of way. Friends that are considered the one that keeps it real are slowly going astray. They are considered the judgmental friend that makes others uncomfortable. Those types of friends will give you advice that sticks. Sometimes life long lessons that help you get through life; but most people just want to be told that they are always right. The best advice that I was ever given in life was “don’t nobody owe you nothing.”

This advice allowed me to be accountable for myself. So, why do I write poetry? The simple answer is poetry just dropped into my world and into my heart. I can ask myself a million reasons why? While still not knowing at times. I still persist in asking. I still persist in learning about the world we live in. Right now I ask myself, “Why is there a large dog walking through my backyard?” Lol, seriously I am scared of that dog, he’s a mean one. Then I say why do you want to end a conversation with talking about a dog? Hmm, there’s always a million reasons why.