"See now I'm conflicted... Tryna determine what mindset to be in. See... My brother was slain by policemen. It's on camera the whole thing was captured. Now... Do I watch it or not See, that's the conflict..." ... an excerpt, Spoken Word... Written ©️

Hey everyone, my name is Written, and I am an Hip Hop & Spoken Word Artist who writes lyrics & poetry. Right now I’m preparing to release my first official Spoken Word project, which is just a single piece, showcasing the foundation of who I am as an Artist, and as a person in general. At this time, I'm looking to connect with like-minded individuals, including other Artist, who appreciate writings, and conversation in general, above the status quo. Much love 💕

I didn’t leave right away. That’s the part no one talks about. There’s a moment before goodbye that isn’t dramatic. No raised voices. No slammed doors. Just stillness. I sat there longer than I should have. Long enough for the room to keep breathing without me. Long enough to notice the dust on the windowsill, the way the light leaned but didn’t ask anything. People think leaving is impulsive. That goodbye comes from panic or anger. But most of the time, it comes after a long apprenticeship in silence. I had already stayed a thousand times. Stayed while explaining less. Stayed while shrinking my needs into something manageable. Stayed while convincing myself that endurance was the same as love. Stillness teaches you things. It shows you what moves toward you and what only responds when pressed. I sat still long enough to realize that nothing was reaching back. That the quiet wasn’t peace. It was absence with good manners. Goodbyes aren’t always betrayals. Sometimes they’re acknowledgments. A way of saying, “I finally listened to what this was asking of me.” I didn’t leave in a hurry. I didn’t leave to punish anyone. I left because staying had started to cost me my own voice. Jesus didn’t rush His goodbyes either. He lingered. He ate with them. He washed feet. He sat at tables knowing the ending. He didn’t confuse proximity with faithfulness. He knew when love had done all it could in one form and had to be entrusted to God in another. Before I said goodbye, I sat still long enough to tell the truth without drama. And when I finally stood up, it wasn’t escape. It was obedience to what had already been made clear in the quiet.

I'm interested in who you are inspired by as an author. And are they from the same genre as you are writing? As a kid Tolkien really inspired my imagination to believe in the worlds I was shaping, but it was Jilly Cooper who made me look at character writing. Very different styles and genres!! Although I did fall head over heels for Aragorn at age 13. I'm not sure I ever gave up on finding him! :-D My man is blue eyed, long haired and a beard... I also have a book on writing that I have had for years. Its dog eared and full of notes and highlights. Its by the great Sol Stein and is called Solutions For Writers. So what about you? Who inspires you or helps you think in other ways about story.

Hi, I’m Marsha! I’m excited to be part of this community and to share my writing—words shaped by faith, reflection, and lived experience.