The Diary: Why She Weeps....

He asked me..."Is this why the African Geisha weeps?"

With blurred vision and a raspy whisper, I replied "Yes."

" I weep because of all things I do have...and I weep for all of the things I don't have."

I weep for...

all the beauty he has shown me...

all he told me I could be....

all the passion in his touch...

all the care he shows me so much...

all the laughs in that cute beginner's stage...

all the sacrifices that have been made...

I weep for...
the sun with all it's warmth and beauty...
the rain and it's cool slick, blessings and what they do to me...
the wind that fills my lungs with innocence so pure, it can't even be seen...
the stars that twinkle and reflect this poor black girl's dream...
the trees who's leaves playfully dance on my skin...
the dirt that cushions my feet that I wiggle my toes in...

I weep for...
all the times I heard "Get Out"...
all the times my opinion didn't count...
all the times I wondered why...
all the times it didn't even come as a suprise...
all the times a hand across my face left an emotional sting...
all the times I wish I had wings...


I weep for...
all the times I've heard "they're gone.."
all the times I've felt so alone...
all the times I was misunderstood...
all the times I hid under a hood...
all the times I heard snickers when I walked past...
all the times I've said "You can kiss my ass..."

The physical weeping never lasts long...
a tear here or there...

and then it just becomes a part of a silent, sad song...

~ Yours Truly, Miss Niah