It appears to me that sadness is a feminized emotion. Thats why its “weak” or something shameful as opposed to anger which is attached more readily to masculine bodies and is often glorified.

So in resting in the innate power of femme-ness ill use tears as resistance. Sit in my feelings as protest. Cry because im angry. Im happy. Im hurt. Ill remember it as sacred water to be marveled and honored instead of something shameful. Ill hold my tears in my hands as memoirs of the Atlantic. Of ancestral pain, joy, and healing. Theyre my tears, my mothers tears, the tears my father never cried. Generations of release. A second of freedom.

And plus, capitalism hates sadness if it cant make money off it. Be sad so you can buy these pills, but dont be sad and take off work or stop producing. Keep em runnin. Keep em tired.

Blah blah blah.

Im not gonna carry shame around my tears or my feelings anymore.