Author’s Note

Unapologetic, Uncontained, and Fully Me

This poem is me flexing. Not for anyone else—just for myself, for the part of me that has been writing for 22 years, quietly, consistently, and passionately. I Write is a celebration of range, of defiance, of unapologetic ego in the face of naysayers.

It’s for the poets who refuse to shrink, the writers who keep creating even when no one’s watching, and anyone who’s ever been told “you can’t” or “you wouldn’t.”

Poetry has always been my sword and my sanctuary, my rebellion and my worship. Here, I wield both unapologetically.

— Rowan Evans

I Write
Poetry by Rowan Evans

I write love.
I write pain.
I write erotic.
I write tame.
I write rage.
I write whimsy.
I’ve got range—
and they can’t stand me.

They said I couldn’t do it—
so I fuckin’ did it anyway.

They said I wouldn’t do it—
so I did it in their fuckin’ face.

You say you write poems too?
Then why’d your girl message me—
said she read my romantic shit,
wishing somebody would write like that for her.

I responded simply—
that’s what she deserves.
Worship in words.
A poem that told her
what she’s worth.

She said, “my man’s a poet,
But he don’t write like you.”
I responded with an ego—
“Yeah, nobody do.”
I mean, does…
‘Cause nobody does it like me.

I said—
I could write you
a poem.
Or two.
Maybe three.
Four, if you like.
A thousand more.
Rhyme it.
Free verse it.
Doesn’t matter.
I’ll do it all.

And that’s when—
Your man said I couldn’t do it—
so I fuckin’ did it anyway.

He said I wouldn’t do it—
so I did it in his fuckin’ face.

Yeah.
Nobody.
Does it like me.

So I did it
in their fuckin’ face.
And I’d do it again.

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