When was the last time you cried for our fallen men? When was the last time you empathized with the lonely stranger on your street corner? Have you ever cried for a desperate circumstance that was not your own?

I guess what i’m asking is where have our tears gone? 

         I’m so afraid for those who do not cry. I’m afraid that the day a single tear drop makes its way down the winding road of cheek, an implosion so strong will burst the hearts of our nation and no one will be left standing. Dramatic eh? I think not, we are so void of emotion in this world today. Men don’t cry because they think it will make them weak and women the same. It makes me wonder what weakness really is. From the woman who’s had to stand tall her whole life long in fear of losing to the man who’s always tried to control her. To the man who was told crying is for women, and though he hurts deeper than most, sadness isn’t an option so anger and hostility become his best friends.

     Dear woman you don’t have to stand so tall, for everyone in order to walk first had to fall. There’s no shame in being a vulnerable, self serving woman who doesn’t take crap. There just comes a day when everyone needs release. You walk around so pent up with emotion no one really knows you. In your quiet time as well as with others you get the feeling something isn’t quite right, every other word is negative and compliments have a bitter ring. Brick walls built around your heart so thick trapping the oceans that pound.  Let the bricks fall and the tears of all past hurts was you anew. Release and set your self free

      Brother, my brother they told you wrong. Feeling is your natural state. Emotions your spirits secret language. Shhh can you hear him speak. Strength has to be built and nothing is built overnight, everything in its own time. A man feels for life, his family, his woman, and his land. Your tears of sadness, anger, joy, laughter feed this land you walk on. You give it life. Weep dear friend for you deserve the cleansing of mind body and spirit. Weak is not your name, punk is not your name. You are man through and through, whole, never again captive to the demands of him/them who couldn’t it right. Cry tonight and tomorrow smile. You live, so you feel, you feel so you are…

   What use are emotions if not to be expressed. Void of emotions and lives a mess. If only we could release our people, if only we could get it out, I think we would see it’s much easier to move forward. Cleansed and whole looking towards the sky .

If only you’d just cry