“All women must be strong!”
Does strength mean not shedding a tear?
Can the city become big
For the big girls
To have a shoulder to cry on?
No!
This is a little city,
Suffocating souls
With little judgments.
Who told you
That walking on streets
Offering a piece of your soul to passers-by
Doesn’t weigh down a heart?
Who said that tears flap their wings and flee
As time dyes your hair white?
What can relieve pain?
Of course nothing!
Only keeping it by yourself,
Grinning ear to ear
While dying inside
And saying, “time heals.”
Featured image by Eric Ward via Unsplash
About the Contributor
Cynthia Shimwa, also known as Umusare Cynthia, is a Rwandan writer who lives in the Southern Province. She found her lost pieces in diverse themes reflecting her sentiments towards the environment around her. Umusare occasionally lives in Musanze for her studies at the University of Rwanda. She believes that with life, a person can reach further.
