CRY, CHILD CRY! by Tydale Bassey Abigail

Cry, child cry!
Cry aloud for the day to hear
Let the sun rise to the beginning of your tears
Out of the yards
Into the streets
Across the avenues
Let your tears flow
Although there are noises of the feet busy on the road
Let your tears flow in tones
And let them never stop at your cheeks
But flow into the streets
Cry, child cry!
Feel no weight from the tray on your head
Look not far at the miles you've covered
From before your face
Into the distance
And within your breasts
Let your tears flow
Even when you can seize to cry
And abandon the goods to rest
Cry, for your voice can save you
Cry, child cry!
If your father is living
And if your mother is wealthy
It'd be, go to school
Read your books
Get a good job.
But, let your tears flow
Cry with utmost freedom that you cannot have
Only the streets have crowned you worthy.
So, to the people, cry!
Cry, child cry!
Since you cannot afford a pen
And since no formal gates can let you in
Say to your heart
Look into your soul
March into the day
Forget not to cry
Until your name can be called
Even until your future can be saved
But for now, cry, child cry!
Tydale is a Spoken Word Poet, who has a wild fascination with the cross, a Critic, Bard and Historian.