I can't cry
Cry must not be seen as part of my wardrobe
Because cries are for the wounded
And you cannot, will not see my scars.
Cries are for those who are first born
Because their breath pains their chest.
***** away at the juices of the womb on their lips.
And I am grown born.
The boy that was in me was left in the womb.
And thrown away with the other parts that could not stay attached.
So I can't cry
But I can talk.
Because instead of the waters being  divided on my cheeks.
They would be fired by my lips.
Because they were not worthy
Even though I always wished they would be
Maybe those words will be someday.
Because I can't cry.
© right now