Nickel's worth

I write down my inquiries with a pen in my hand
I write while time slips away like quicksand.
The world whispers her wonders into my ear
My mind entices the knowledge to come near.
I write the questions which haunt my psyche
Hoping someone out there has the answers for me.
All I can offer anyone is inquiry and curiosity,
For insight and comprehension I am thirsty.
I wish I had the ability to understand people completely.
But I am a stranger to myself so the former is an impossibility.
I write not just to question the world but also myself.
I am constantly trying to determine my personal wealth.
My wealth as a black woman, a friend, a lover,
My wealth as a sister, crusader, and daughter.
But most of all my wealth and value as a human being.
What is Nickel’s worth
Has her value evolved since birth?
I wonder what the All-Knowing is seeing?
I write because I have so much inside that demands liberation
If kept in the mind my thoughts will die from too much inhibition.
Because I have such a strong curiosity I deeply value honesty.
My sincere inquiries need answers of the same integrity.
I write because I need to be mentally free.
I need understanding
I need sincerity
I need honesty
I need integrity.
Writing is my medium, a pathway to education.
With education then comes Nickel’s sublimation.
However this cannot occur individually.
I need those around me in order to see clearly.
How can I learn about the world if I don’t learn about you?
I write to share my views in hopes to learn about yours too.
We cannot live separately
We are all connected and subsist interdependently.
I write so my soul can rest with passivity
So I won’t be cursed with wondering for all eternity.