Women cry

Because it cleanses our souls

And purifies our spirits

Like a fresh waterfall

Women cry

Because we are emotional creations

And often wear our hearts on our sleeves

Which sometimes get burned

Like irons in a fire

Women cry

Because the movie

Is just that good

And the good guy doesn’t always get the girl in the end

Even if he does wear a white hat.

Women cry

Because we nurture kingdoms

During seasonal changes

But often go unthanked by civilizations

As we move into the winters of our lives.

Women cry

Because our tears

Remind us of the salt in our wounds

As we are ever evolving

So we don’t go back to the way things were

Women cry

Because it is our way of becoming stronger

As we move forward toward goals we set for ourselves

And posterity.

Women cry

Because sometimes the struggle is a bit much

To endure for progress’ sake

As we remain phenomenal.

Women cry

Because our tears are an unexplained mystery of life

That, once released, causes us to feel better

To feel refreshed, to feel quenched and satisfied.

So sister, get your cry on, if you must

Because tears don’t diminish the strength of a woman

They only serve to demonstrate that we are a lifeforce with which to be reckoned.

Copyright © by Vickie M. Oliver-Lawson