I don’t want to write a romance novel
That fills a hole for an afternoon
But leaves the reader starving for more.
I don’t want to write a prize-winning article
That informs the populace
But leaves no feelings that last.
I don’t want to write a scholarly essay
That holds all the deep mysteries of siloed expertise
But leaves the majority missing the point.
I hunger to share the thoughts
That write freedom for the outcast
But leave authority bound.
I thirst to craft the pieces
That build up and encourage women’s souls
Yet leave men better than before.
I yearn to explore the ideas
That frighten most people into darkness
But must be brought into light and love for survival and life.
Let my words tat a tapestry
That binds us,
That blinds us,
That builds us.
Let my sentences sell
Let my body of work bespeak
Whatever is genuine,
Whatever is just,
Whatever is right.
Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in Your sight, O Lord, my strength and my Redeemer. — King David, Psalm 19:14