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)