Cry

Have you ever seen a grown man cry???,
watched as the tears swelled 
within the wells of his eyes?.
it was 19 hundred and 65.
On a ballroom floor at the Audubon 
where Malcolm's bullet riddled, lifeless body lie.
As word went around, and finally came around, as to what had exactly gone down,
bewildered, and upset
My father began to cry.
My daddy cried.

Have you ever seen a grown woman weep???
Pacing the floor,
restless,could not sleep.
With her hands held high,
and head hung low, 
she screamed, shouted 
my dreams, my dreamer
where did you go???!!!!!!
fore Dr martin Luther King, Jr.
was no more.
Overwhelmed by the news, 
emotions she couldn't keep,
my mother said why??, why??? and began to weep.
My mama wept.

Have you ever seen a grown man cry????
watched as the tears swelled,
within the wells of his eyes???
Just take a 'sec,
and look into mine.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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