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I cried for him for his hurt and pain.
I cried for her for waiting too long to tell him how she felt.
I cried for him for getting angry at little things.
I cried for her for fighting a hard battle all alone.
I cried for the baby for not having a home.
I cried for the little girl who feels lost in such a big world
when home is only a step away.
I cried for the little boy who’s being abused.
I cried for the teenage girl who may be expecting too soon.
I cried for the teenage boy who’s gone and didn’t even look my way.
I cried for the woman who hates the kids she carried.
I cried for the man who doesn’t know where to run.
I cried for ME for crying for all of these people that wouldn’t shed a tear for me.
Copyright 2005 by Jessica Leach
You met me at my high school (Wyandanch Memorial High School) and I let read one of my poems to start the program. You and Maya Angelou have really inspired me. Here is the poem.
One of the loveliest things about being a poet is that it allows you to express the things that are otherwise inexpressible. Thank you, Jessica, for sharing your tears.