Mtngrown
I cry. Evryone cries sometimes. It doesn't mean I'm not a man, it just means that I feel. My people, they cried. They cried for loss; they cried for joy, they cried to to feel. Let me stand, let me sing, let me Cry. I feel. I love. I cry. And they fly to heaven on the wings of tear.
Less like a well than a blanket
soft and muffling
sometimes warm and
sometimes suffocating
Sometimes craved
others, cast aside
to the greatest relief