Weep, Weep, Weep my child, The title of this poem, no doubt seem to have gained some roots from Ngg wa Thiong'o's
Weep not child. This was one of the early introductions to English literature read in high school and no doubt impacted Kay as a young lady. Even so, the struggles are still real today. Despite a seemingly privileged life of growing up in the West, the struggle is palpable and remains a work in progress.