can i get some inspiration?

you know those folks who say they dont watch television, like its beneathe them, or they are too busy, got a life or somthin.....i aint one of them...on my days off if i aint at the mall trying not to buy anything or reading a book im sitting on the couch flippin channels in between naps...
so everyday i get up around 11 a.m. (perk of the job) and i eat, e-mail, talk on the phone and lounge around til noon when "starting over" comes on..you know that sow with iyanla vanzant? basically women come to the starting over house to rebuild there lives and start over...get away from the madness and bullshyt of the past and learn new habits in order to live a fulfilled life...you know im a strong advocate of women doing that they go to do to be happy and love themselves...
so anyway ms. vanzant recited one of her poems to this women who really needed it..and well, i have to post the sucker...cause ive been there...and im sure my time will come again...



YESTERDAY I CRIED
by Iyanla Vanzant

I want you to understand,
I had myself a really good cry yesterday.
Yesterday, I cried,
for all the days that I was too busy, or too tired, or too mad to cry

I cried for all the days, and all the ways,
and all the times I had dishonoured, disrespected and disconnected...

I cried for all the things I had given, only to have them stolen;
for all the things I had asked for that had not shown up
for all the things I had accomplished, only to give them away,
to people in circumstances, which left me feeling empty, and battered and plain old used.

I cried because there really does come a time when the only thing left to do is cry

Yesterday I cried.

I cried because little boys get left by their daddies;
and little girls get forgotten by their mummies;
and daddies don't know what to do, so they leave;
and mummies get left, so they get mad...

I cried because I hurt.
I cried because I was hurt.
I cried because hurt has no place to go except deep into the pain that caused it in the first place,
and when it gets there, the hurt wakes you up.

I cried because it was late.
I cried because it was time.
I cried because my soul knew that I didn't know that my soul knew everything I needed to know.

I cried a soulful cry yesterday, and it felt so good...
In the midst of my crying, I felt my freedom coming,
Because Yesterday,
I cried with an agenda.