It is perhaps ominous that so many of us come into this world crying

It is perhaps ominous that so many of us come into this world crying
This world that shuns difference
How can I not cry coming into this world?
This world that alienates I
Pushes I to the limit
Destroys I wholly
Destroys I that it renders I dead
Destroys I so completely, that I destroy myself
Destroy those who resemble I
It is perhaps ominous that so many of us coming into this world crying
Even if I fail to cry, I will be slapped to remind I to cry for having come into this world
For how can I not cry in such a miserable place?
Where you  have normalised : violence, slavery, terror, the utter destruction of the other.
Here where the cries of the other go unheard.
 it is perhaps for I that babies cry


(Mamello Mosiana)