1 I was born crying
at the first sight of the world,
begging my mother to push me back in,
because the darkness of the womb is
holier than all the light in the world.
2 The chances of living untainted
are as small as
the chances of skin surviving
direct contact with the sun.
3 O God have mercy on me
for what I have become.
An infinite well of excuses
for why I grew distant from light.
4 I am a staggering disciple.
A Red Sea searching for Moses
to grant it a new face.
5 Call me typical human
tripping on mistakes.
6 God do not judge me for what I have become.
I signaled my fear of being conquered
by the things I was created to conquer.
7Ask my mother for evidence,
she’ll tell you I cried at
the first sight of the world.
8 I could see evil trolling in the air,
a cigarette lodged between its fingers.
It tried to poison my oxygen,
9 I fought it off with a strength
I prayed my fists into.
10 From then I knew I was unprepared for this
world of fighting darkness.
11 But a baby’s cry is seen as nothing more
than lunch breaks from cuteness.
No one ever realises they are trying to
communicate with God.