Yesterday I Cried by Iyanla Vanzant

Dear Readers,
After a day of recieving the news of the world…natural distasters, political upheavels, corporate schemes to disempower and victimize, I also recieved this sweet piece from a priestess sister. Hmmm…very fitting indeed! When was your last “good cry”?

Blessings,

Anyaa

 

I came home, went straight to my room,

sat on the edge of my bed,

kicked off my shoes,

unhooked my bra,

and I had myself a good cry.

I’m telling you,

I cried until my nose was running all over

the silk blouse I got on sale.

I cried until my ears were hot.

I cried until my head was hurting so bad

that I could hardly see the pile of

soiled tissues lying on the floor at my feet.

 

I want you to understand,

I had myself a really good cry yesterday.

 

Yesterday, I cried,

for all the days that I was too busy,

or too tired,

or too mad to cry.

 

I cried for all the days, and all the ways,

and all the times I had dishonored,

disrespected, and

disconnected my Self from myself,

only to have it reflected back to me

in the ways others did to me

the same things I had already done to myself.

 

I cried for all the things I had given,

only to have them stolen;

for all the things I had asked for that

had yet to show up;

for all the things I had accomplished,

only to give them away,

to people in circumstances,

which left me feeling empty,

and battered and plain old used.

 

I cried because there really does

come a time when the only thing left

for you to do is cry.

 

Yesterday, I cried.

I cried because little boys get

left by their daddies;

and little girls get forgotten by their mommies;

and daddies don’t know what to do, so they leave;

and mommies get left, so they get mad.

 

I cried because I had a little boy,

and because I was a little girl,

and because I was a mommy

who didn’t know what to do,

and because I wanted my daddy to be there

for me so badly until I ached.

 

Yesterday, I cried.

I cried because I hurt.

I cried because I was hurt.

I cried because hurt has no place to go

except deeper into the pain that

caused it in the first place,

and when it gets there,

the hurt wakes you up.

 

I cried because it was too late.

I cried because it was time.

 

I cried because my soul knew that I didn’t know

that my soul knew everything I needed to know.

 

I cried a soulful cry yesterday,

and it felt so good.

 

It felt so very, very bad.

 

In the midst of my crying,

I felt my freedom coming,

Because Yesterday,

I cried with an agenda.

 

(from her book Yesterday I Cried: Celebrating the Lessons of Living and Loving)