We Cry

I Cry by Tupac Amaru Shakur
Sometimes when I'm alone
I Cry,
Cause I am on my own.
The tears I cry are bitter and warm.
They flow with life but take no form
I Cry because my heart is torn.
I find it difficult to carry on.
If I had an ear to confide in,
I would cry among my treasured friend,
but who do you know that stops that long,
to help another carry on.
The world moves fast and it would rather pass by.
Then to stop and see what makes one cry,
so painful and sad.
And sometimes...
I Cry
and no one cares about why.

A response to Tupac's poem "I Cry"

The tears that have fallen, still is stained with your existence Amaru Shakur.
I cry because of your past tears
I cry, since there is no one who will
There is no belief that a truth shall pass
I cry because its the same shit
It never ends
My roots have fallen, only gaining a sense of loss
Loss of success, Loss of intellect, Loss of care, Loss of love, Loss of respect, Loss of remorse…
And around the corner loss of DIGNITY!
Why, why, why! I ask myself over and over again..
I drive past, fast not wanting to understand. yet its something that can't be misunderstood
I cry, because no one cares man…
Oh no, its not that they aren't aware, oh no that is not it at all…
They know, they know better than we do
It is wanted this way… The grime, sloth, hostility, savage lifestyle
It is laughed at, a motherfucking joke
Excuse my french, no fuck that excuse my feelings.
I have to go home to this bullshit
God forgive me, I try not to cuss, but my home is forever cursed
Don't confuse my home as an address or a street of some kind
No my home is my hood.
And I refuse to keep it quiet, I refuse to be ashamed of my past, I refuse to change me, only to fit in with them
Yea simple right, probably cliche you all will say, just another black girl who discusses about her hood.
AH what a surprise. Yeah right
See this is why I cry
I cry because I don't belong there, sometimes here either..
I'm not accepted at my physical home or by many physical individuals, because I decided to leave the block, I decided to learn about the perspectives outside of my home
And not only being able to communicate, but also connect with those "outsiders", some whom are dearest to my heart.
Trust me, I haven't forgotten about any of my undocumented history or those particular significant others
No, never..
I cry because of it
I cry because I know of it
I lived it
I saw it
I fought it
I refused to cry and stay there with an enslaved mentality
No that's not me, it's not who I am…
But you know what, I am fighting for it, while I have ventured my way to this new world
It's cool, don't trip about my past and those left in it
I only cry for the truth, I cry for reason, I cry for purpose, yea I even cry for the ignorant
I cry for you, come cry with me too..

Written By Crystal Ferguson