I cry easily because
I come from a long line of women
Who spent a lifetime swallowing their anger, their fear and their pain.
They grew old knowing the taste of their own feelings and needs they wished to have met.
They swallowed their sorrow and grief for their own inner child and bred the same habits into new baby girls, creating soft little beings and secretly wishing they'd find a way out.

I cry easily because I come from women who hid their tears and held them back, who held the hands of the men who used those hands against them.
I cry for the women who never understood the feelings they had inside of themselves, and never knew their own strength.
For the women who were diluted and pushed into a box built out of "Love thy husband" and "Obey".
The women who grew up waiting for the day they were handed off to a man who would make her life worth living, and turn her into a real woman by giving her babies to birth.

I cry for them.