All right, you're right, sometimes it really does.
I have wept, myself.
I have wept when I felt God in the solitude of an early morning trail.
I have stood there in my Reeboks crying like a girl,
that other Girl.
I have wept when someone hurt me
by their words,
by their fists,
by their absence.
I have wept when I have been angry and unable to change anything.
Peanut, there are idiots in this world;
people who leave the articles out of their poems--
people who chase money, abandon children, hit women--
people who enthusiastically murder themselves.
Let's forget them for an hour, babe.
Let's not cry this morning.
Let's never wear chiffon again unless it's for ourselves.
It's time to toughen up.
To help us, I have taken the liberty of making some changes.
I have added a few accents and grace notes;
things to keep us on our toes.
There is a leopard in the vestibule.
She's sneaky and quiet.
Don't come downstairs until you're really awake.
In the sun room is a pride of lions.
If we take a nap among them,
we will understand sisterhood better.
We will wake up with golden eyes and an instinct for survival.
Finally, there are cheetahs in the breakfast.
They are like us, they speak softly, almost like house cats,
but they catch everything.
Trust me on these things, sugar.
By lunch time we will know so much that was hidden before.
We will look the same, but we will have a new mantra: