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"Yesterday, I Cried" (by Iyanla Vanzant)

Saturday, November 28, 2009

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 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, disrespected,
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 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 cried because it was time.
I cried because my soul knew that I didn't know
that my soul knew everything that 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,

Yesterday, I cried
with an agenda.

This poem is an old favorite. She also wrote a book by the same title. I've read it many times. And I get something new from it each time, just like I did today when I read this peom for the nine thousandth time. Might be time to read the book again...

Member Comments About This Blog Post:
CRAZYTRAZY2 12/3/2009 12:46AM

  Good poem!! Thanks for sharing

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DBASHTON 12/2/2009 9:51PM

    Nice poem. I can relate to it very well. In fact, a good cry can be very rejuvenating!

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LAURA-MT 12/2/2009 2:01PM

    thanks for sharing this poem. It was just what I needed to read today.

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DHALYIA 12/2/2009 2:59AM

    Woooweee, heavy stuff. Touching with some vengeance around the turn.

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BARBARAROSE54 11/29/2009 7:21PM


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KAT7457 11/28/2009 5:46PM

    I agree with you about daddies leaving their kids my 7 out of 8 grandkids there days are all dead beat always asking when do i see daddy. so i have my days as a grandma of 8 i feel the same i cry also. they ,make promises and dont keep them thats when i cry and get upset i want to slap them guys who can make babies but dont want to take care of them. they should and the state inforse it. this is only my opinion.

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WILDLOTUS16 11/28/2009 4:30PM


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