What I wanna say is
did you cry as much as I did yesterday

but what I say instead is
hello
and I blush
and smile
and look down.
We talk about babies
and we talk about birthdays
and we talk about living for our children
we talk about everything but
our shared pain

and i think- because of my color

you have every right to think

i could not understand

and that even my tears

could not be the same.

But instead it becomes

a momentary effort

to relieve our pain.

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