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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 for all the days, and all the ways,
and all the times I had dishonored, disrepected, and disconnected
my Self from myself,
only to have it reflected back to me in the ways others
did to me
the same things 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 had 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 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 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 cired because it was time.
I cried because 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.
By Iyanla Vanzant
I'd like to meet George Bush so I can stick my foot up his butt; Condolezza rice so I can scrap the black off of her cause she's a disgrace; Aaron Mcgruder; Michael Moore; Influential Black Leaders of America (except for Clarence Thomas- he gladly gave up his black card)
Common, Lauryn Hill, Lyfe Jennings, Jagged Edge, Avant, Donell Jones, India Arie, Faith Evans, Mary J. Blige, Kanye West, Nivea, T. Marie, Tank, Monica, Arrested Development, Luther Vandross, Aaliyah, Lupe Fiasco, Asheru, Tupac
ME, MY SISTER AND THOSE WHO TRY TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE IN THIS WORLD