Princesses Don't Cry
Growing up isn’t bad
It isn’t
No matter what you say
No matter how much you argue
I will not agree with you
Throw me into the night when Tia Chita first lied in the hospital bed
Throw me into the moment I handed her the drawing she kept beside her
Throw me into the night of the stroke
Throw me into the night where I said “Te miro mañana”
And mañana never came
When my cousin consistently had the audacity to say
“Princess don’t cry”
Deposit me into the gurgling pits of tar
Where the boy who couldn’t understand the word no resides
Where his hand between my thigh makes the brittle scream in my throat snap
Where my begs go mute
Where my tears are silent
Then comes the voice in my head
“Princesses don’t cry”
I cupped my hands around a pile of pills
Cradled them as if they were blood rubies
Swallowed them the way my eyes wanted to swallow the stars
Then purged them as if I could send the grip of his hands with them
It was only when I began to grow up that I accepted
I am not a princess
I’m a queen and crying is not a shameful act
It was only when I grew up that I pushed
For myself and not just for everyone else
Because I am worth just as much as them
It was only when I began to grow up that “Princesses don’t cry”
Became a joke I laugh at with my friends
Growing up means you can start to heal
You can cry, its okay
It’s just your heart saying goodbye to the pain
When you start to grow up you don’t “forgive and forget”
You live and you learn
So don’t ever tell a child
“Princesses don’t cry”
Because they do.
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