I visualize you –drawing me in your mind, You’re smooth operator –kind, I find you— quite attractive, too Fill in the blank –I love ___ Me too, Qalbi –This is intense, It might not make any sense, This vibe –I can’t even describe, You make me want to go –wey wey, Wallahi waan ku jeclahey!

What if Africa would live in peace –no more tragedies? Little babies would grow up following the right trajectories – No more casualties—are script in our histories – Listen to the “voiceless†speak –and lets silent the abductees, Government on oath –‘no more fatalities from the west to east’ Build our own facilities –perhaps communities, So we can feed the poor some Basto and Bariis, Now you can lend a hand –so we can rebuild our land, Before they poison our water and dirt our sand, Why kill our women and weaken our men? Tribe made us divide – unjustified—can’t fight for our rights? If I say “Somalia TO’SOW†then why should I desire any side? HWYE, DRD, ISQ AND MADHIBAAN –just to name few, Just because you’re not the same tribe –don’t really mean I hate you!

Alone I Stand: You’ve shot my father, You’ve hung my mother, Raped my older sister, Physically abused my brother, Me –you made me suffer, Made me behold and watch my family give up their soul, Shivering from the cold, no hoyo to hold, “You never had a father!†I have been told, Sometimes in my dreams I picture –the horrible things I’ve captured, Images of my sister crying “Allah, help me!†Visualizing mother looking at me –hopelessly, Years have past –but I live life like today is my last, “Why ‘oh why†I’ve asked –and answer had never been passed, Always been the child of outcast, I’ve meant to outlast –my family, In the Quran it says, ‘regret’ is Dambi, So I let me –live my life in misery, Can’t erase those memories, I’ve gained through my history, So I say “Alxamdulilah†it was my destiny-- that meant to be, Hopefully –Allah has written other plans for me, “I pray for those brothers and sisters everyday, I pray for those that have past away.â€

Oopppss I meant Dudette

I wrote this poem simply because I was just dissapointed of the situation that happened with the girl who got sexually assualted by our famous POET (dont want to mention any names). J. Lee, kewl! Thanks for the reply dude, I like it. Gracias, Seeker!

Dear Saxiib A memory I can’t erase, Your blood splattered on my face, Seconds ago, we were talking about our future, And how I can picture –you and I –living the life of imaginations, Having the two families breathe under one enormous mansion, Remember when I mentioned “you will always be my companion?†You said “I will never leave you behind†but you left me undefined, A warrior of his tribe took a life that was bonded with mine, There goes my other half laying under my feet, “Oh Allah, how will I ever compete without being complete?†I can never breathe, indeed—without her I can’t never defeat, Bending down on my knees, “Allah please, let her live one more day†So I can say – “Promise me, you’ll remember this, Through the darkness, I will bring the brightness, Through the sadness, I will bring the happiness, If you’re in pain –I will give you a hand, ‘Cause you are a truly a friend, Remember –I love you, incase I don’t see you again,†I always hear, things happen for a reason, Hopefully there is a reason, why I don’t see you breathing, Five times I pray –so in heaven we can play – Finish up the conversation we had that day, **tears-tears**

Victim of Rape: She was a daughter, a sister, whom had a mother, Couldn’t face the pain an old man brought her, She tried to mumble the words to her father, With the embarrassment, she couldn’t go any further, Depressed, couldn’t confess to her own siblings, Stressed, feeling less as she was weeping, At night she stays awake –with a thought that aches, Reflects from the pain, she has gained through many years, Still remains silent of the shame that kept her bursting into tears, In a letter she composed before she came out, In sadness she wrote, “My people will not be proud— Having this fear, feeling misery and treated unfair? I’m not able to love, if I’m feeling despair, Would anybody even care? Would they bare –their soul and shelter me from the cold, Would they give me the fault –if I let the secret unfold? Will they be against me and create a conspiracy? What if they say –innocent till proven guilty? And support the man who rapped me? Misery in mystery awaits me, if this man is set free†“I’m trying to puzzle the story of a child, who bled, A story everybody heard of but don’t believe it yet,â€

Thank You! Yes. A Feminist just like Araweelo.

Hehehe Maybe I should add this song into my Album "Xalimotologist on Qaadh" Perhaps you can sing the song while I play the kaban! My dad left me when I was 14. But he had to, only because his time was up!

Jealousy –Got The Best Of Me: A year later you’ve received a call, From an ex girl-friend, whom now you call a ‘pall’ You tell me the story in excitement –and I listen uncomplaining, But feeling uncomfortable with the situation and what you’re saying, Thinking of the impossible and having this fear, You ask me “babes are you there?†Oxygen fades away and I’m breathless, Don’t know what to say, and I’m speechless, Imagination lopes wild like a little child, She used to cross miles to make you smile, I say “Yes honey I’m still present†So you continue the tell me the story, --bout you and her having history, but it really concerns me, ‘Cause I really don’t believe in having an Ex as a Homie, I recall the session of us trying to solve the situation, And having one on one conversation, If I’m okay with you and your ex having an amity? You see— ‘Okay’ I’ll say, but not if she is calling you everyday, I can’t grasp having nightmares of her taking you away, Call me psychosomatic for feeling so static, But it’s chaotic how I predict like a psychic, ‘Maybe’ I whisper, if she remains like a sister, And there is no cross-over and you can’t call her, And she is not permitted to cross the border –and that is an order! ‘No’ I mumble, while –with the thought I struggle, Why do you have to bundle if she’s already a couple? Okay, hmmm give me a minute or two, “What if she is still in love with you?†“What am I supposed to do?†Questions got the best of me, I’ve never felt this jealousy, But this is a challenge to be –against my own sanity! (So Qalbi bare with me)

Question, Is there a gap –between poetry and rap? ‘Cause I blab through while I take a nap, Culture misguided –in America Guns are provided –in Africa This is a poetry Addict –writing at it with bandit, I’m so sick of Politics –I vomit –like chronic, Isn’t ironic –the way I rhombic in Ebonics? Sweetie, are you here for the fame? Don’t blame me, if I don’t know your name, If you didn’t ‘lend a hand’, than you’re not in my brain! It’s trouble-free, Because I’m simply –unsatisfied with the worlds conspiracy, Question, Who changes the verses in the Bible every Sunday? Is it the Priest or is there an Author you pay? Isn’t the life –of the Christ meant to be –a journey and not a theory? Why is 89% percent –of the Bible hostile to Women? I thought Eve was respected and loved by Adam! It’s against my believe –to hate and deceive those with no wisdom, If my religion –is the truth, WHICH I STAND! Here I am, (a woman) to make you understand (man!) That no man can rule –Without a woman sitting next to his stool.

Victim of Love: I compose Poetic Expression, With an Intellectual Perfection, Here is a factual meaning -- Of what a True Poet is feeling! I hemorrhage through my thesis -- To convey my passion in pieces! I could do years of --without love, Now I look above and say "I had it enough!" Here is an instance, My other half being in long distance, Seeing you once or twice in a year, Shed my tears, and I pray to the on I fear, Why do I live in a lie, or is this REAL? Not eating or sleeping is what I really FEEL? Every day you ask me "baby, did you miss me?" Is it probable, what I feel is misery? The pain in me --is it meant to be --perpetuity? The pain of Love is mystery --I didn't see, Now! Am I a victim of a felony? 'Cause this ache is killing me --softly! So I dial your number and make the CALL, 'Cause your laughter, happiness and presents, outweighs them ALL. Dedicated to my LOVE. lol

Beautify the inner side of life? Having five kids and a loving wife, Hard working man, whose duty, is to strive, Build a healthy future for his kids to picture, Give his kids the lecture of what they beholds is a treasure, To capture the nature however not to harm, But to open their arms to keep it warm, (Boys)Teach life but don’t teach violence, (Girls)Teach beauty but also teach confidence, Acknowledge that ‘silence’ is authority, Respect those who deserve your integrity, To get respect back in honesty, The distance of love is far from hatred, The distance of hate is close to desperate – (to be loved) Humans are never satisfied with their own needs, We feed the greed while the poor need to eat! Why despise my tribe when I dislike dispute, The negativity I dilute so I keep it mute, Through pain we gain dilution, Fusion –between you and me, The inner beauty for others to sense and see, positively, The purpose why I wrote this, is for you to realize, That life is more than what psychologist can hypnotize, Not idolize those who victimize but to keep life in ease, God please, I’m bowing down on my knees, Let those peeps in Middle East live in peace, Africa is dying of Malaria with no medication to heal, If I had one wish, Africa would know how full stomach feels, Why is it different when John kills, his religion is unknown? And when Hussein commits suicide bombing, Islam is so quick shown? I know life is unpredictable, unexplainable, but ********* is discreditable! If ninety percent believes –we’re from Adam and Eve, Why mislead and deceive the innocent into grief? Why would one lie to make another cry? Why oh why? Oh I’m just a Poet to make another know it, That my shidh is not a quote –from a white male, But a –Somali black female,

I'm Innocent I compose –war I oppose –hate of politics I suppose, Conflicts, love, and life I prose, Hypothetically I speak, with a mind that leaks, I bleed through the sheet, to recite my needs, Addiction, contradiction with the world’s confliction, I don’t write my poetry for the seek of attention, it’s an abrasion of compulsion, A little obsession and infatuation for writing my sentiment in public, I predict –rhymes like a psychic, Isn’t it ironic –how anarchic people are septic –with hate? Love-peace in religion and race would put politics into fate, Scale from one to ten, what would be my rate? I wonder! But whatever –no matter –I evaluate –I’m upper than what you’re under, My intellect is bigger –than an alcoholics gutter, I’m not for dictators but I’m a bit bitter like Hitler, I battle –right in the center like the gladiator, Why is it -- I’m guilty of a crime I haven’t committed? I am a bit too harsh on the politics, I admitted, But I submit my concept in caution, It’s a dedication to precision, prevision –provided by me! I’m innocent until proven guilty.

This is the best of poetry, ‘Cause I see the Vision like Deadly, Sometimes it petrifies me –that ‘poetry’ will put me –into jeopardy But I’m never scared to be, ME, See I’m from MINNE, the only –virgin left in the state properly! Excuse the comments, its called freedom, so I free ’em! Free numb –for free gun –to free dump! (Somalia) Perhaps you know –when I flow –I let it grow! And it ends up talking about my country’s sorrow! Allah! Forgive me today, if I don’t make it tomorrow! I’m so far from the truth, yet close to deception, -Living in a world full of confusions, dreams of illusion, Trying to elusion –from the white-men exclusion –me from education, How dare he, bare me? Question my sanity? Don’t you know I am Somali? I learn to teach, so I reach –the poorest hand and I feed –the need!? And I finally can say, someday, We’re in PEACE! Okay? (Snap-snap)

Very Impressive/Imposing! I like the way you put pen to paper, and you're very inventive in a artistic way! Our "mind's eye" can give you creativity you're not capable of describing verbally but manuscribt. So keep up the good work, babes.

Poetry! It was a talent that God has provided me, Perhaps I am to be, A nomad, with no land, It’s hard to believe, to see and understand, That ‘Intellectual Poet’ is not a man! But here I am, trying to answer your question, And it’s a bit of a confession, I’m from a region where regeneration –is hard, My vision of rejuvenation –doesn’t play any part, Seeing little brothers and sisters stabbed in the heart, Fighting fathers –and crying mothers, Asking, why do we even bother? It’s so wretched! How Africa is still famished of hunger, And Tsunami victims were so rapid to recover, However, it’s not QABIIL that’s divided my homeland, It’s businesses that was build by the white men, Insha Allah, I will touch my home sand, Hopefully I won’t die as a NO-LAND! (That’s why I write poetry –to express me – creativity of my intellectuality – relates to thee ––and I stand SOMALIA like the statue of liberty.)

Spoken Rhymes: Why does the End, seem so similar like the beginning? Its just seems bit too confusing, mixed up with delusion, My story -is nothing like her-story, not even close to his-story, So macaan basically means, you dont know me! But that’s how I express, when I’m in distress, Poetry is my essence, my love-nest, The way I pronounce the words so fast, People say, WHOA! How do you do this Miss? It’s a talent that I was provided, Even though I was never guided, I’m here to enlighten the brightness of your mind, If you truly feel my words, than be kind, and say the following line, I’M A BLACK WOMAN, A BRIGHT BLACK BEAUTIFUL WOMAN, A NOMAD WITH NO LAND, STRONGER THAN FOUR MEN, Brother I’m not joking, --so don’t test me, ‘Cause you might be –strong physically, but I still control you mentally, And sexually, ehem! I keep myself attractive, basically meaning I’m not sexually active, But it’s lack of –knowing not to slack of, I don’t jerk off –like many men, I’m a virgin, that knows many things, I mean, I have many friends, But that’s besides the point I’m trying to prove, so I move, I’m not the kind, that writes, “Dear Poetry,†I’m more like –the one who fights the rights of me, Intellectually and poetically perfected, Hate and violence I neglected, It’s hectic, how the world is full of conflicts, But peace, would put ease –into human beings, That’s why –we cry and realize that life –is more than movies, Because the death you see –on TV -and the father that shed their tears, -and the mothers that couldn’t find their babies for years, Now that’s not produced by Steven Spielberg or played by Arnold the Hero, Why is –tomorrow-getting too narrow-and why can’t we lead instead of fallow? If in God we trust, than why we need GEIGO? It’s life that we strive, trying to live against the rights –of others, Kill Bill or get killed for not killing Bill, Now you tell me why HIV haven’t found pill to cure the ill?? And why people in Africa are still starving like Ally McBeal? Its how life goes, it gets faster, and that’s real.

My Thought's... I’m a philosopher, poetry composer, Write you a love letter, to make you feel better, Matter- fact, I’m a nomad, with no land, Intelligent, black woman Mind tough like George Foreman, And heaven sent, Eve with Adam That why I –Disagree that life is only meant for men, That’s why I believe in Islam, I’m taught not to hate other religion – Such as Christian, Even though they call me a terrorist, It’s not in my list, to shoot bullets into innocent kids, Now you tell me who the real terrorist is? I’m not here to diss, But to express –my lyrics --In public, And tell the truth unlike the Republics, I say no more than foc' politics,

A little something I wrote at work! You'll notice that I was really bored! Silence; I keep myself quite to stay out of trouble, I’m not a hustler; I don’t like to struggle, I keep myself from minus, to stay on top of my game, It’s Intellectual Poet with rhymes so insane, Hit you with words that paralyzes the pain, I don’t do this in vain, I’m friendly, Darling, excuse my split personality, I’m not a rapper, but a poet, It took me a lot of anger to know it, Thanks to those days, that I didn’t want to face, (anger) Go in my little room to discuss the case, with my pen and paper, And every word would seem to rhyme, and I never tried to figure, I close my eyes and I try to picture, The hardship of the past, to pray for the future, Thank God I still live and breath, Thank God I still give to receive, The innocence of a child, that’s me! I mean I don’t need my heat to burn my virginity, Consider me as class, also known as Infiniti, My life is a fact, not a fiction, My mission is to answer your question, Death is my final station, This is just a realization, To see how far I reach to my destination, Sometimes it’s illusion that keeps me in confusion’, Please tell me if I’m loosen’? The only way I express –myself is in silence, Because sometimes that’s the best way to forget violence,

Mindset... Time is taking a tour of my life, These days keep passing me by, Trying to figure why, And where my destination lies, God, please hear these cries, I don't want to loose, Or be confused -my rules I want to bend, I want to improve, my body and strength, Be who I want to be, even if I can't, I don't need ignorant people to make me understand, I just want to use my knowledge, Go to college, Make my mom's proud of me and show her what I've accomplished, Before I vanish from a world that's trying to take advantage --of me, That's why I cry to thee, So please Lord, Help me, Lead me to the road that Aisha and Mariama went, Lead me to the road that the prophets were sent, Please --I'm here on my knees, beggin', Praying to you every day that I can, So that I can be the one promised to go to heaven, I try soo hard, not to be too far, Pray for those that live in a world of scar, Those innocent Muslims behind the bar, Send them help to survive the war, See they show mercy-when Tsunami hits innocent victims, But I guess it's different -when you're killing -innocent Muslims, My rhymes --last like chronic, I vomit --every time I hear politics So this I skip, Matter fact, F--- it, This world is so corrupted, Its ignorant people and their dumb sh*t, Though I wished I could have changed it, I can't take it, But I hope I can make it. (difference)

My Only One: You are my warmth that shields me from the cold and dark nights, You're the constitution of my life, You're the law that makes me strive, You're the one that protects me from harm; bear me in your arms, You're my closeness -to happiness when I'm in distress, I want you to be present when I'm depressed, Can't take your absence because you're my essence, my harmony, spirit and love, You're peaceful like a dove, you're above-- all words that magnifies beauty, And your personality --is so pretty, so sweet like the honeybee, I want to share my life with thee, and with you only, if that's okay with you baby!? I'll be your first, To make you feel accepted when you feel the worst, Because I'm your H2O when you sense the thirst, We're all for one, and one for all, I'll be in your atmosphere when you call, I'll be there to grab you when you fall, I know you like it –because I predict you like the mind of a psychic, You're the reason why I keep breathing ecstatic in high spirit –boo, Some days I get dazed to see your face, but I will never replace you!

Her Story Words so unexplainable, Pain so deep, Cries underneath, Secrets she can't keep, Carefree, care deep, Careful about who she want to be with, Inlove, confused, complicated, and mind so abused, But she refused, to be used, by man that didn't understand a bit-- She was feeling, Oh no listen, 'cause the rhythm of this goes --like, --Silent, speechless, Wordless, Scared to express her feelings, So stressed, her soul pressed, feeling less, --as a woman, Full of hate, wanting to wait -- to observe what direction to take, Thinking love is a mistake -saying 'it's a fiction' Seeking for a clear vision, For what she has been wishin' -- in this world of confusion, Now all she does is write- with her blue pen on the side- telling her-story-- Yes, Her story.

Brother, You're bleeding through papers, Trying to express --your stress, Homeless--You're not helpless- You're just in need for little happiness, I'm the one who's out there, So come here, Let me whisper in your ear, ***Love is near*** I'm accused of being confused, Yet I refuse to be abused, So brother I know what you've been through, and by the way, I like you too! Intellect_Poetess...

Mirror, mirror on the wall, Remember me? Your best pal, I used the clean 'your' dirty spots to see 'me' clear, Whenever I needed to cry, I used to sit here, Mirror, mirror remember you told me those lies, Told me I looked better in the devils eye, See the truth, sometimes lies when I'm happy, Because happiness sometiems lies to me, Confusions -mirrors illusions -mind delusions, I'm accusing -of why my mirror was abusing -my innocent soul, Or was my soul part of this deceiving foul -- Part of this undirected goal, Mirror, mirror on the wall, I swear I hate you, of 'em all, I thought you concealed all of my secrets from being known, Used to share each tear drop, as it dropped at the floor back at home, Hid from the mankind shown, But now that I'm grown, Little did I found, I was on my own, Mirror -remember-when mother thought I was depressed, You told me to "relax, no need to stress" told me to go out and have the "teenage happiness" I smiled and tilt my chin off my chest, I said, "Mirror, mirror you're the best," As I smoke 'swisher sweets' on my right hand, Drinking alcohol with my 'best-friend' As I remember the words you said "again & again" I came home late, drunk and confused, My brain was abused -intoxicated, I waited -till my mirror was clear for me to see, I opened my eyes with tears, and my mirror! wasn't there for me, (It appeared, that my mirror disappeared, to place called dreams; Mirrors will deceive, answers you'll receive, but it's not always what it seems.)