The Cry

Let them cry
Holler and shout
Let the rage be theirs
As it makes it way back
To space and time
Undefined
Let them cry
With gas and lighting
Sad enough to challenge any spirit
Let them cry
Like joy
Resting
And eating vegetables from mom's garden
Let them cry 
Whilst doing you
Cuz crying is what they've been doing
And putting you through
The wringer
The jailhouse
The less than and not true
Let them cry
By how tough
You do you
Be inspired by the discomfort 
Let the broad side of your grief
Soak up some sun
Expose the blue veins running hot
To the light that nourishes
Let the melanin reappear
Like back from a long journey home
Let the melanin enter
Like inheritance
Like wealth passed through generations
Let them cry by loving you
Let the salt of their tears
Purify, cleanse, and release
Let them be still
Let them do their work
Rest and be easy
Let them cry
With no thank you
Or please
Let them cry by defining your own emotions
And setting theirs on the curb
For pick up
Let them go
Let them be
And be free in your wisdom
Be free in your skin
Being passed the past like a hot potato 
The glucose is not for us
Drop it like it's hot
Let them cry 
Like you ain't gonna tend to their feelings
And dealings with the devil
Let them go
And leave them be
To figure a way into free
Let them call upon their own emancipation
Because it was never for us
It was them freeing free
Like owning land with documents and treaties
We have no loyalty or allegiance
To these delusions, mis-dealings and mis-leadings
let them cry the tears 
They hide so free
Let them mourn their inherited loss of humanity
Without lifting your beautiful finger
Let them weep for love
Let them weep for life
Let them weep for connection
With so much gas and sad lighting
Let their longing fuel correction
Of mis-direction and mis-stepping
Into lanes meant for other
How they must uncover that grief
That feeling 
That sorrow
Let them cry and replenish
All the rivers of the soul
That have run dry
The soil depleted
And skies full of rage
Let them cry
And use their tears as astringent
To cleanse the clogged pores of the heart
Let them cry
Let them weep
Let them mourn
Let them grieve
Let them
And leave them be
To their own devices
Let them heal
And when they have watered
The world for positive growth
Offer tissue
In the form of welcome back to humanity
Help to rehabilitate 
Once progress has been shown
But until then
Like inmate to parole board
Let them sit
And think
And be corrected systemically
Spiritually
Before re-entering 
The general population