Yesterday I Cried

Congolese Dreams: Yesterday, I cried. Yesterday, I cried for the lies I told. I cried for the pain I caused my mother and her nursing hands. I cried like a child left to wander in silence--to take up strange thoughts as my brown body grows old. Yesterday, I cried. I cried like a widower whose pleas disturbs the peace of his neighbors. I cannot remember what made me hurry into my room, sat on my poorly dressed bed, untied my shoes and wept. But on the corner of my eyes, angry tears rolled down. Tears of longing-- from waiting for what will never be. Tears that came from the fear that romanced the ideas that thronged my mind. Yesterday, I cried. I cried for you, my mother and my sister. I cried for the suffering my sister endured I cried for her broken heart and the desire my ignorance killed. I cried for the woman that got me a child, I cried for the pains she felt and my insecurity I cried for her youthful desire and the trust she had for me I cried because she showed me love but I was absent Yesterday, I cried till my lips became loosed. Yesterday, I cried. I cried for a future I might not see I cried for peace and a home away from shame. I cried for the days I was ignored, I cried for the years I was forgotten. I cried for my mother. I cried because she had not known my child, let alone her name which resembles hers in spelling I cried for the forty years I spent trying to find a home within the rims of my broken history. Yesterday, I cried. For my child and my dear wife Like a village man.