Salty liquid. The sea of the eye lobe. Isn’t it absolutely the same as going to pee? Goes in – goes out. I drop the tears and let them unite into the army. Teary tear, just be.
There was me and four girls from Iran, by coincidence. We were trying to empower our feminity and learn to say NO. We said NO many times in these three hours. I almost broke into the tiniest thousand pieces of human flesh. I tried not to. Never show the instability, delicacy and fragile persona. Drop the humor, start the joke. It is not professional to cry.
The third girl said that she feels this socially constructed burden and pressure of being the ideal worker, the best one in the world. The best one in the class. The best one in the bed. The best from the best. Best beast in the wildness.
Me? I bumped into the presence of the physical objects being inside my body because my clock tik-tak-ed and it was time to drop it. What is this pile of thorns which pierce my stomach?
You are not allowed to be a pussy. You are not allowed to be a pussy.
If you are going to be a pussy, be the best one you can possibly be.
Crying my best
There is a cave inside my chest,
little yellow stone, in my own trap.
Hold it up, bravely
Let it shape and progress.
There is desert inside my belly,
blown away from the West.
I tried to protect it,
by sheltering it with my legs.
Nevertheless,
I AM THE BEAST.
I must hold it up,
until I increase.
Melting the cave
into the cheese,
licking the floor
with my fragile knees.
I wanted to scream,
from the bottom of my feet.
My tears.
My precious tears.
The end of it is almost there, near.
Hold the breath, up – the chin!Don’t you agree
with the crying discipline?
Controled by the queen,
I hold the steer.I am crying my best!
Sharpen your tears, it is going to be a long one.
Can’t you see?
©Nadja Kracunovic