Thursday, February 21, 2013

‘No woman, no cry’

When is it okay for me to cry?

When the weight of the world is on my shoulders, still I do not buckle or bend
When my mind is weary and exhausted no whimper, no cry.

No wet cheeks, no drooping eyelids, not even so much as a sigh…

Where is my humanity I ask… I wish I could say with ‘tears in my eyes’ but alas that would be a lie
How ironic it is that we come into the world wailing and flailing and live every moment…

Conditioned, shaped, moulded and sometimes scolded… told not to cry?

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