no woman no cry

No woman no cry,
why?
There is comfort in my tears
and I do not cry alone.

Should I laugh instead?
Do I attempt to mock myself
whose tears spoil the art of concealing;
it's an addiction really, an artist solely in vain.
But pride feeds vanity and
we all know that lifeline is too essential.

No woman no cry,
Why?
Is this supposed to make me feel loved?
Or am I stripped of natural moist
thinning the vanity off my face
and cleansing the eyes of a country blind.

No woman no cry
If I don't, who will?
Who will risk pride for prejudice?
This is my medium of justice
Armed with empathy alone
I will fight with my fears
Thinned of my vanity and stripped of my pride
How can they tell me, "No woman no cry?"