MY CRY

I pray you will not think less of me

but there is something in this day

be it heat

or the lateness of the hour

or the hatred

I have held for so long

but I cannot bear this for another instant.

I have to let it out.

I have no more excuses for my wails

my cries

my anguished howls

but then

after everything you've heard

perhaps you would rather heed

less of me

than more.