An African American Woman Sits With Tea

I try to count my blessings And compare my life to hers I try to see that I have so many reasons to maintain my nerves But, she is the one that never cries But, she is the one that never cries She has been through a war And yet she prays She has been without food And yet she hopes for a better day Yes, she is the one that never cries Yes, she is the one that never cries She looks at me and all my glory. We both wonder what I complain about what’s my story. Why I don’t have her strength to survive. Why with every waking moment All I think about is how to die. Maybe I should fly to Iraq, Or Africa Become and untouchable In India Sell myself and meet this slave So we can sit and talk For a moment And she can teach me how to be brave And why she is the one that never cries And why she is the one that never cries