Why can’t I write
Why does my soul put up a fight
All of these words and phrases inside
Why must I rhyme
Why can’t my work be catchy
I wish I knew Shakespeare
He’d understand
Or Langston Hughes
He was probably an understanding man
Why can’t I do poetry
Write down my feelings
Let them see what’s inside of me
Why can’t I master figurative language
This problem drives my soul
Round and round
And then it hits me
I’m writing it down