Swelled puffy eyes,
Tear stained pillow,
Cheeks wet from tear drops running down my face.
But let's get one thing straight..
I am a man!
A real man,
A ladie's man,
That get up early in the morning
beat my chest like Tarzan man.
I'm not a wimp,
Weak sucker that always cries...
I'm just a strong concious brother
That believes in one tear at a time.
I admit, I often cry at night.
In my sleep or at times when I recieve
News that's dear to me.
I recall salty tasting tear drops
Very warm to the touch
A sign that reminds me that
I miss my grandmom so much.
I recall grandmom telling me that
Crying was the weight removed,
Shesaid the more you cry
The more better you'll become inside.
An old folks tale
I really don't know because it was times
That I cried, cried and cried
And couldn't let go...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem