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I cry sometimes because I have to
Sometimes shoulders and ears are
scarce
And cheerleaders unless you’re on
their teams
Well their words and attitudes can
be taken as fierce
I cry when the weight of things
seen
And more often things not caught
with the human eye
Arrows and issues hurled and
sticking into my flesh
Tears fall like rain staining my
cheeks
And even myself can’t understand
why
I cry sometimes to bleed a wound
To offset a tremendous imbalance
of weight
Placed upon my weakening shoulders
by others
And sometimes me because I bought
into the lie
That this is my fate