After experiencing so much hurt in a land I call my own, after seeing how hatred spreads amongst my own people like wild fired that burn not one but thousands, after the discrimination, the Xenophobic attacks, the corruptions of the government officials, my heart bleed I could drown in my own fear, insecurities, unfairness. I have cried way to many time if you look closely I swear sometime you could this the treal they leave on my cheeks, I have screamed way to loud calling for help yet those who hear me assume I'm spotting so they point and laugh then walk the other direction, I've them say that I cry way to much, that I have no spin in me as a man to stand on my own yet every time I try standing they're there to push me down, neither my voice nor my tears mean anything in this world today. So I'll will let this poem scream, cry for me. So let mama Africa wipe my tears.