Lana Grissom

Rookie (6/12 / Southern Califonia)

I Cry - Poem by Lana Grissom

Strong willed Black Woman I be.
I cry because of the insensitivity
I cry of the terror caused.

I cry for the little girl's they should be, ripped from their Mothers' womb
To face this harsh reality of having to be strong
In today's society.

Weak willed Black Woman I be.
I cry to rid my thought's of suicide....
I cry as I wake without a strong minded my side.
I cry for those lost loves that hardened my heart and made me
Question my ability...drifting my thought's towards inadequacies.

I Cry for the children God intended to be born...which would never be
Something's are better left unsaid....but oh how I ache.
Shoulder's heave heavily up and down...shaking, as tears roll freely
From my eyes, down my cheeks, to settle in the cracked crevices
Of my neck.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 4, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, February 5, 2010

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