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Posted: 09.12.2002
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
soiled 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,
or too tired,
or too mad to cry.....

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

Yesterday, I cried.
I cried because I hurt.
I cried because I was hurt.
I cried because hurt has 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 my freedom coming,
Because yesterday,
I cried with an agenda.

-- Iyanla Vanzant

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sometimes we can not make the words come out for how we feel. thank you for posting this

¤ ¤ credit: Ruth | 09.12.02 at 10:39 AM | link--this ¤ ¤

I love this poem. It expresses my feelings exactly.

¤ ¤ credit: Ashley | 09.13.02 at 11:26 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

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