Sometimes a woman must cry in silence.

When the tears run so deep they won’t come to the surface,

When the pain jolts you but the justification’s exalting,

but the pressure is still mounting.

Sometimes a woman must cry in silence.

Sometimes, a woman must hold her piece.

Others are so quick to say she’s crazy,

or she’s overreacting.

Wisdom is conceived from what she feels,

but the situation won’t yield.

Sometimes, a woman must hold her piece.

Sometimes, a woman must put on her makeup.

When one day she wakes up and the nightmare is at her door.

When she knows her lover no more,

or an old one isn’t so old anymore.

Her facial expressions tell so much more,

than her heart can ever ignore.

Sometimes, a woman must put on her makeup.

Sometimes, a woman must walk away.

When the pain inflicted won’t go astray,

when she can’t forget the past,

when she wasn’t his only or his last.

Sometimes, a woman must walk away.

–L.K.D.–