Writing for Action

Writing doesn't change a thing
It lets me scream
It lets me sing
but really, it doesn't change a thing

Lists unchecked and charts unfilled
piles of journals
filled with words
that can't be killed

My tongue is dry
and my hand is cramped
I'm tired but listless
and still I can't

I still can't write to make a difference
I still can't write to meet indifference
I still can't write to make others see
Because all these words were only for me

My own satisfaction
My own voice to sing
All my living breathing words
will never change a thing.

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