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 man...by 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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