Her Cries Poem by Zené Lewis

Night’s on the streets roaming alone and nowhere to settle.
Family, friends where did they all disappear to or go?
This street is no where I want to be but I guess it’s to late now because nobody wants me.

No food to eat, no money to get what I need.
I am all alone in these streets – is any one out there to help me?
My head’s on my feet. But I’ll never forget what I’m going through.
Sometimes I wish my daily cries can be heard, but I’m so silent and afraid that I will not see beyond my crisis – I'm just screw that's all.

I’m a woman that cries daily on my knees, tears of broken promises, an angry smile of hatred, a folded fist to get others attention, NO! was my reaction – I look at it and say I will not get kill over a belittle action.

A woman’s daily cries will never end unless she is satisfied.

I’ve miss guided myself to lose everything I once had, and now that I’m dying in the cries - I want to give up on life. My life has brought nothing but miserable times, and no more shoulders to turn to but I’ve happily found my long last friend that I had given up on.

He had never forgotten me, my needs and my prayers at night. He has proven me wrong and done wonders in a blink of and eye.

A Woman’s daily cries has been spoken!