Saturday, December 4, 2010

The Sweet Melody of Somalia

The Sweet Melody of Somalia...
in its beauty there is darkness
a story untold
a haunting
A twisted memory of happiness and joy
Share space with dry tears and sadness
The loneliness
The grief of a homeland forgotten

Once a jewel
a pearl of shimmering beauty
it laid bare for life to
for happiness to flourish
it was laughter
an image of

it played a cruel joke
twisted frames show
the shift of space
happiness morphs
those blissful images into
grief stricken souls that
shattered lay displaced
scattered with the wind
in lands so far
i hear dry tears
and jaded hearts that quietly mourn
times of old
times of joy
that lay in written moments
the laughter in words
can be found in books of old
in the memories of the old
who speak
their Gabay reflects
what has come to pass

but my heart shrivels
those memories
those moments
burn my joy
tears that fall
and moments unfulfilled
as I lay bitter in anguish
as I was left behind
never being able to smell the salty air
the waves that beat against
the shore that has stolen
my heart for days
my soul yearns for thee
o painful moments that remind me of
a place whose sweet melody
I can only hear in my heart
never fully actualized because
my home
is burned
tossed aside
unloved by many
but cherished by some
whose unfulfilled dreams
speak of only one place
a land engulfed in misery
frozen in a stand still
it lays....
with stories untold
and laughter not shared
because its heart bleeds.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Though I Pray My Sins Still Gather:

Though I pray
and though I recite the holy quran to cleanse my soul
and every night though I cry for the dead and the fallen
Eternally I stand to struggle against he who gathers souls to fuel the fire.

And he tries and I cry
Because I dont want to end up in his place

Musa (A.S) tried, and he parted the sea
But yet they still disbelieved

And Yusuf spent years in prison
And though he did not go near her
they placed him in that hole and beat him raw
And while his father Yacqub cried and cried till he went blind
His sons placed their little brother in jeopardy

Because Allah(S.W.A) is merciful people around the world live in ease,
I stand before you a woman who he has blessed with a family who loves her
Yet every second of my life I must fight
and struggle against my very own soul

And though Prophet Muhamed(S.A.W) took that night journey
And he witnessed the flames
and though he failed to laugh from that point
with sadness he cried for his people

Yet here we are night and day engulfed in sin
Our ears here the melody and our body moves to the beat
And while shes my best-friend
My tongue still lashes and I readily stab her in the back
without a moments hesitation or kindness

Though Aisha (R.A) the scholar taught the culamah, of the prophets time
And though her kindness and intelligence far surpassed
Any woman of todays time
And her beauty coverd from the world to see
My sisters in Islam walk about with their chest showing
No modesty to speak of
Where has her hijab gone?
Why does her mother cry for her daughters mortality?
Because she lies with men, her legs open
and her heart closed

And Abubakar As-Sidiq was the truthful one
The Prophet Muhamed (S.A.W) proclaimed him
to be the leader of our Ummah after he past away
His honest soul laid bare for the world to see
And even animals felt his kindess
And my heart bleeds only to go back
In time to stay with the Prophet and his Caliphas
But yet why does my brother emulate that man who is destined for Jahanam?
With his pants draging to the ground and his heart heavy as stone
He fails to stand as a leader to his people
When even salat is to much to ask for
With his heart heavy as stone he destroys his families name
By shooting that last bullet, and now he lays in the grave
His mortality a question we cannot answer....

Impatient I stand:

Impatient I stand
my head shakes back and forth to this tune
yet my heart is still
with no release
I wait for the moment
when u declare those words
so that u may free me from my self-inflicted void
I cant tell u what lies past this door
but I know for sure that you're meant to be mine
and beyond that
life is a foggy road that I cannot see clearly
but take my hand
and you and I will find the way
As I wait for that moment in time
when u free me from my loneliness
As u declare those words
And take me as yours
forever in time in place
within this dimension and others
I will belong to you
with god as our witness
the long road stretches before us
with uncertainties and bends and forks in the road
i freely and gladly plunge into this life and beyond
for to me with you on my side
this road is flourished with pretty flowers
and the breeze smells of the sea and adventure
with a smile on my face and pretty thoughts in my head
I impatiently stand and wait
for u.....

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Tupac- In the event of my Demise

In the event of my Demise
when my heart can beat no more
I Hope I Die For A Principle
or A Belief that I had Lived 4
I will die Before My Time
Because I feel the shadow's Depth
so much I wanted 2 accomplish
before I reached my Death
I have come 2 grips with the possibility
and wiped the last tear from My eyes
I Loved All who were Positive
In the event of my Demise

Tupac- The Rose that Grew from Concrete

The Rose That Grew From Concrete
Did you hear about the rose that grew
from a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature's law is wrong it
learned to walk with out having feet.
Funny it seems, but by keeping its dreams,
it learned to breathe fresh air.
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
when no one else ever cared.

I am She-wolf hear my cry!

I am struggling, drowning in my despair and pain…
I stand before you, a Somali young woman…
whose howl of pain cries through the streets at night.
A proud she-wolf snarling her way through unforgiving walls…

I was born an innocent child
to a beautiful, Somali mother
born happy and free
always forever, happy and free…

But on that one fateful night my innocene was ripped to shreds
By that man whose name I forget…that monster who tippytoed to my bed
Left me torn into pieces…drops of blood on my sheets
that monster under my bed…always a figment of my immagination…
that night he came to life and tore through me…
I never knew that one moment
suspended in time forever
forzen like ice pebbles
on cold winter nights
could define me forever…

Time dwindles on…
pain resonates through minutes, into hours
and now become years…
my country becomes torn by war
by men whose goal in life is to profit from death
the blood of children and women run through rivers
a piercing screem howls in the wind
a struggle for power and money
I ran with my child under my breast with the clothes on my back
and screams of horror like blood stains on my face

My child…
my only reason for life, this bundle of joy whose heartbeat rings through my soul
as musical as wind chimes it brings me happiness…
A single ray of light shines like a beacon through my nightmares
It is hope personified, a smile on my face, a way to freedom
It is a place called Canada…what a funny sound that word makes
It is freedom and hope wrapped as a precious gift from god…
Tick tock…tick tock…tick tock
I wait
and wait
anyday now my lawyer waits for papers
simple papers whored from trees that will define my existence
anyday now…
hope awaits…

hope awaits for the foolish
locked away like a bird in a cage
a freedom song it sings in its desperate atempt to escape
but like a stupid bird I was fooled with false promises of freedom
false hope of happiness

I am a she-wolf… hear my cries through the nights
Howls of pain that bounce back from four walls and heavy chains
Struggle and despair is my existence
I am she-wolf hear my lonely howl…