ROLLING BACK THE TEARS

I sit in awe

My heart is sore

My life is not in the fore

Everything is a bore

 

But fingers point at me

Ancestral fingers I cannot see

Societal fingers with huge eyes glare

All saying one thing

“Men do not cry”

 

I have no dime

This sharpness in my guts, I wince with mock mime

I am not supposed to cry

And not allowed to commit a crime

 

But fingers point at me

Ancestral fingers I cannot see

Societal fingers with huge eyes glare

All saying one thing

“Men do not cry”

 

So the companion leaves

The children cheer in leaps

In the dark lonely night

All I see are women in everything from furniture to toiletries

 

But fingers point at me

Ancestral fingers I cannot see

Societal fingers with huge eyes glare

All saying one thing

“Men do not cry”

 

Men do not cry

My face is clear

While my soul is full

Full of tears that rolled back into the soul’s drum

 

But fingers point at me

Ancestral fingers I cannot see

Societal fingers with huge eyes glare

All saying one thing

“Men do not cry”

 

I just hope this doom

Will end soon

While the tear bags are still strong

Because it may burst

And the huge man

Will become that little woman

Who is like a child

Hope I don’t live that long.

   Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.