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I CRIED TOO
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COUNTRY POEMS
I hated to see my mom cry.
She was standing in the kitchen alone.
She just got off the phone.
I asked her why.
The words struck me in the head.
A big lead.
My dad had died. My daddy was dead.
She told me I had to be strong.
She told me we would get along.
Why, boys don't cry.
I waited until late that night until
my mom was out of sight.
What did I do
Then, I cried too
every wordsof this poem sweat
every wordsof this poem sweat honnesty, and i agree, it is ok for boy to cry, but i understood, in the context it was the perfect ending of showing you are like all of us, and was the perfect ending. blessings. herve
Visual poet/ Libertine lost in a labyrinth of complexities, methaphors, searching for the essence/ Ink of life/ death to spell my syphilistic words on the page/ screen.
I CRIED TOO
Very sweetly written...It's alright for boys to cry....