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Wednesday, November 15, 2006

“Yesterday I Cried”
Yesterday, I cried.

I came home, went straight to my room sat on the edge of my bed, kicked off my shoes, unhooked my bra, and I had myself a good cry.

I’m telling you, I cried until my nose was running all over the silk blouse I got on sale.

I cried until my ears were hot. I cried until my head was hurting so bad that I could hardly see the pile of tissues lying on the floor at my feet.

I want you to understand, I had myself a really good cry yesterday.

Yesterday I cried,

For all the days that I was too busy, too tired or to mad to cry.

I cried for all the days and all the ways, and all the times I had dishonored, disrespected and disconnected MY Self from myself, only to have it reflected back to me in the ways others did things that I had already done to myself.

I cried for all the things I had given, only to have them stolen; for all the things I asked for that had yet to show up; for all the things I had accomplished, only to give them away to people in circumstances, which left me feeling empty, and battered and plain old used.

I cried because there really does come a time when the only thing that left for you to do is cry.

Yesterday I cried,

I cried because little boys get left by their daddies; and little girls get forgotten by their mommies; and daddies don’t know what to do, so they leave; and mommies get left, so they get mad.

I cried because I had a little boy, and because I was a little girl and because I was a mommy who didn’t know what to do, and because I wanted my daddy to be there for me so badly until I ached.

Yesterday I cried,

I cried because I hurt.

I cried because I was hurt.

I cried because hurt had no place to go, except deeper into the pain that caused it in the first place, and when it gets there, the hurt wakes you up.

I cried because it was too late.

I cried because it was time.

I cried because my soul knew that I didn’t know, that my soul knew everything I needed to know.

I cried a soulful cry yesterday, and it felt so good. It felt so very, very bad. In the midst of my crying, I felt freedom coming, because

Yesterday I cried,

With an agenda!



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