Crying

Stop crying!
Stop being a cry baby!
Stop crying or
I’ll give you something to cry about.
Boys don’t cry.
Don’t let the other’s see you cry.
Why are you crying?
You don’t need to cry.

Those are cruel
Hateful words
That stomp,
Crush,
And stuff my feelings,
My pain,
And my joys

Into a lock box
With a broken key.

When I cry,
Tears slide down my face,

Into my throat

Wrapping a spiked cord
Around my voice.

I used to hate it.
But now
I cry.
I cry
For myself.
I cry

Into the tenderest,
Sweetest part
Of me
To sooth
And smooth out
The wrinkles of my life,
Allowing me to slide
Into bliss.

I cry happy tears,
Sad tears.
I cry in pain
And I cry
When I feel Joy.

I gleefully disobey
The cruel and stupid command.

I shall cry
Whenever I want to.