Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Sometimes I Cry BY TIRANI BRIGHT-SMITH

Sometimes I cry

when it feels as if

I am the only one

who can see the forest

for the trees

when the plight of the homeless

is enough to drop me

to my knees

to issue a prayer of thanks

for all of my blessings

and a prayer of asking

that no one should have

to live like that

on

the

freakin

streets

on cold (or hot) nights

(alone) or with children.



Sometimes I cry

when family and friends

just don't seem to understand

how or why I won't live my life

according to their command

or demand

I am the bird that I am

beautiful and free

please don't try to hold me

in the cage you've

designed for me.



Sometimes I cry

because life does not go

according to script

and as soon as I think

I'm learning all the lines

someone wants to rewrite it.



Sometimes I cry

because the me that I

see

does not seem to be

what you see

and sometimes

in opposite fashion

sometimes what you see

seems way too grand

to be

lil ole me.



Sometimes I cry

because it just seems

as if

everything should make sense

by now

but it doesn't

and since nothing makes sense

I'm having trouble figuring out

which way to turn

to see what I must learn

so I lash out

because I'm angry

that I need to turn to

others for help

they are unable to provide

because I have to decipher

the mysteries of life

on my own

yet I am also angry

because they are unavailable

though I know that is

selfish

of me

I never claimed to be perfect

we are all works in progress.



Sometimes I cry for each

of the reasons above

Today

I

cry

for

them

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