My mother always said,
“Sabes que para llorar no vas a solucionar nada.”
Which in translation means
\"You know that crying will not solve anything\"
And the thought roamed through my mind
It angered every tip of my hair and every pore on my skin
Because logically speaking she is correct
Say if I were to fall and break my leg, crying won’t heal it
And if I were to be left by the love of my life crying won’t bring them back
And as callous as she said when I had tears in my eyes
I continue to refuse that her saying is right
Crying won’t solve my life, and crying won’t clear my skin
And crying will not fix the wounds of my broken heart that is thin from
The countless moments of blinded vulnerability
And the infinite seconds of insecure stability.
Mother, where are your tears?
Because maybe I’ve stolen yours
Because these past few years
My eyes have been at war
With the warm salted water, and the swollen red eyes
The heavy slumber after, and the morning after cries.
And to my surprise, my problems are still here
But to say that would be a lie, so now I act like Shakespeare
Crying will not replenish you dead flowers, and will not water your dry grass
It will not bring back your ex, who in my opinion was an ass.
Nonetheless that is not what I want to convey--
You should not cease what is underneath your eyes
And do not be ashamed to shut down and cry
But here’s another quote, another piece of advice
If you are going to cry a river, just don’t drown and die.