Hobo's Poem of the Day

Strong Women

We are soft and feminine,
Pretty and stylish,
We are strong in heart,
We keep going on and on,
We persevere...

Women are dependable,
Loving, and caring,
We keep our men going,
When times are rough,
We are very tough,

There are all kinds,
Of beautiful women,
In the world...
All shapes and sizes,
Different personalities,
We make up a good,
Part of the world,

We go through a lot,
We get the worst end,
Of breakups and heartache,
We get the emotional baggage,
The periods, the cramps,
But that is only,
A small fraction,
Of who we are,

We can be anyone we want!
We're independent,
We can be doctors,
Lawyers, teachers,
Journalists, surgeons,
Accountants, soldiers,
The world is our oyster,
And we are the pearls,

Love fills our souls,
We are so full of life,
We shine like diamonds,
In the night sky,
We may rise and fall,
But through it all,
We stand up tall.

(Edited by - keisha)


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Sometimes we do need to cry!

Last Night I Cried - by Natonya Lambert

Last night I cried
And it felt so good
It cleansed my heart
And soothed my soul
The tears started to flow
And I didn't know why
But somehow it transitioned
To the emancipation of my life
Trying hard to be strong
I broke myself down
The more pain I held within
The more pain I found
My greatest fear
Was showing emotional distress
So I used my mind to protect it
Like my hearts personal bullet proof vest
Held in my emotions
Didn't want people to label me weak
Realized behind closed doors
Nobody had to see me weep
The size of each tear grew
As they held a heavy weight
Heavy for my failures
My fears
My shame
My heartbreaks
My lies
Past cries
People I've hurt
The ones who hurt me
For all these reasons
Last night I cried
I had to let it go
Let go of everything
I decided to forgive them
I decided to forgive ME
As my pain filled tears
Ran down my cheeks
And dropped to the floor
Out my body the pain seeped
And my shame was put to sleep
Every tear was a liquid representation
Of my hearts dedication
To heal my inner wounds
And rid tribulation
Crying never felt so good
Thought tears were for the weak
But now I understand
What a tear really means
It's something like a bridge
Linking your emotional states
If you're strong enough to walk it
You'll reach a better place
All the times I held them in
I wish then I would have understood
But its ok, I'm at ease
Cause last night I cried
And it felt so good

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