We Still Cry Out
Our ancestors groan, telling the story of how we came in hopes of giving us a way out
We ignore the moans and try to do it our way, but the only way out is to cry out.
We often say, it' s not fair, yet some of us prance up and down with such flare.
Is it fair when so many of us still cry out?
We abuse, misuse and accuse, this is not what our ancestors died for. They died in pain,
disdain, and not even the chance to complain, so we should cry out.
Cry out for the mercy of God, for forgiveness, for patience, to have empathy for those
who are weak. It's hard to have empathy when you're tired, burdened, and ashamed of being who you are.
So pray often, early, and be specific. Cries don't go unnoticed even though we don't think so. Just cry out.
When you get tired of crying, it's time to heal. It's time to realize what you think you see may not even be.
You've cried with your heart, mind, and soul. Cried for the babies, the mothers, and the elders;
The elders say God hears the cries of the humble. So drop your shoulders, kneel, throw your hands up.
Cry out. Even the children marching in the streets to no avail, those who die in vain, those who cry blood,
do it again and again.
Will the pain stop? One day it will, but until it does, we want our ancestors to see that we still cry out.
Crystal Elizabeth Melville