Let Her Own Her Cry
Part I: Outcry
She is in mourning and everyone tells her "hush-up".
"I've gone through something much tougher than that". The world so dramatically desensatized it craves for the Roman arena and its blood. It is what it is and it is a tragedy. All the world's a stage.
Silent screaming, she knows it ain't right
but the man who she's been serving exerts his rights? He's shattered her life. Sitting on the sidelines, on the curb of humanity, as existence gets determined by a man; once again. He pounds the gavel. She says so quietly, "Where are you?"
And do we hang her?
Do we condemn her for messing up our one-track minds?
Do we not have time to hear her cry? But we're always on time to watch as long as there is something in it for our sinful eyes? .
She is the desert.
I give her a name.
And wailing is the wind that blows across the vastness of her soul.
She cracks and crumbles in the heat. Where is the water? She is so thirsty. But I will dance 'til it comes. But can she continue to be so still? Can the dust resist the wind? Does knowing that He is who He is;
the "I AM", make him ever more present to her?
I say, cry and wail!
Wring out her heavy heart until it is light and damp.
It is our duty and our duty isn't always joy. A world where the death of outrage is more outrageous than death. Honey, you chose eternal-life, but he chose to be left. And how much more will she scream without being heard. Her baby is taken from her womb and her cries are continuously blunt.
Don't tell her to be strong.
Shake her and tell her this whole damn world is wrong. Listen to the lament of an eternal soul in the body of a 21st century woman. I have named her and I give her voice.
whispering: "Your daddy's rich
And your mamma's good lookin'
So hush little baby
Don't you cry"
Part II: Desolation
Is there any other way to describe a woman other than as land?
An area divided and separated, battles fought on her, the dead buried in her, spirits that will not leave, they move across her. She is claimed, she is abandoned, trespassed. She is given away, bought and returned, she is sold. When you enter into the promised land do you find it empty; burnt to the ground? You bought it, though, and everything in it and on it. You bought the wind that carries the spore of life across the field, you bought the sun that sustains life and you bought the darkness of the night therein. You return it? Use it and exploit her resources; Clipped her wings;
you allowed the weeds to overtake her fields; You remove your stake and then you tell her she is free? whispering: "old man sorrow's come to keep me company
whispering beside me when I say my prayers."
Part III: Acknowledgment
And I shout for her, for the land, let her be free!
The wars that rage and the boundaries that move, They continue to shift, to the point that she cannot determine who she was and who she is. whispering : "One of these mornings
You're going to rise up singing
Then you'll spread your wings
And you'll take to the sky"
"But till that morning
There's a'nothing can harm you
With daddy and mamma standing by"
Part VI:Lament "But how doth the city sit solitary, that was full of people! How is she become as a widow" "She weepeth sore in the night and her tears are on her cheeks: among all her lovers she hath none to comfort her."
whispering: "ain't that I mind working
work and I are travellers
journeying together to the promised land
but old man sorrow's marching all the way with me,
telling me I'm old now since I lost my man
since I lost my man"
"Her filthiness is in her skirts,
she remembers not her last end; therefore she came down wonderfully; she had no comforter. O, Lord, behold my affliction: for the enemy hath magnified himself."
"The adversary hath spread out his hand
upon all her pleasant things: for she hath seen that the heathen entered into her sanctuary when thou didst command that they should not enter into thy congregation."
I shout, "Is it nothing to you, all you that pass by?" Desert speaks:"The yoke of my transgression is bound by his hand: they are wreathed, and come up upon my neck: he hath made my strength fall."
night whispering: "my man's gone now, ain't no use in listening
for his tired footsteps, climbing up the stairs.
ah, oh,
old man sorrow's come to keep me company
whispering beside me when I say my prayers.
ah, oh,"
Desert speaks: "For these things I weep: Mine eye, mine eye runneth down with water, because the comforter that should relieve my soul is far from me. They have heard that I sigh: there is none to comfort me: all mine enemies have heard of my trouble; they are glad that though hast done it: thou wilt bring the day that thou hast done it: thou wilt bring the day that thou hast called, and they shall be like unto me.
night whispering: "old man sorrow's sitting by the fireside,
lying all night long by me in the bed.
telling me the same thing morning, noon and evening,
that I'm all alone now since my man is dead.
ah,
since my man is dead."
"Let all the wickedness come before thee;
and do unto them as thou hast done unto me for all my transgressions: for my sighs are many; and my heart is faint"
Part V: Reconciliation
"Let tears run down like a river day and night:
give thyself no rest; let not the apple of thine eye cease."
"Arise, cry out in the night:
In the beginning of the watches pour out thine heart like water before the face of the Lord: Lift up thy hands toward him for the life of thy young children, that faint for hunger in the top of every street." By: MAR Dedicated to: CRL and all other women
who silently lament over
broken marriages and broken homes
Parts in quotations taken from
Porgy and Bess, Gershwin
and Lamentations (NKJV)
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