My toes curled at the thought of drawing in my last breath As I sat in a corner at this little Cafe down 23rd and Jackson My toes couldn't help it really, frankly these "poets" bored me to death as they slammed poetry, Truly I wished I could slam them off this planet Dammit. The first poet sucked like liposuction The second I mistook for a cow For the thought of Butchering her Wouldn't leave my mind. I do adore beef you see like any Emcee But I wanted to become a friggin Veg Head Things did improve as the 3rd came on the stage. Tough and Stuff with his Afro Puffs He rolled in, muscle so thick he looked Swollen As if 100 bees decided to feast on his skin (Yum.) like bared C-cups He was an Eyeful, and handful, Well I wished I could fill my hands with him but as soon as he opened his mouth I took that wish back, even ran to recover the friggin' dime that I threw at him, well his back, and what a back! He said: "Hey Mother Truckers I’m gon’ see y’all in hell cuz we rented the same motel in there,Ha Ha!" After a minute of a Silence that lasted a second I laughed. I know it wasn't right Laughing at the mentally challanged Deranged I must be, but must I be? He was too Friggin' weird if you ask me. Hell doesn't have motels retard. I wanted to shout but I restrained myself. It then dawned on me, That I'd be next. I looked to the mirror on my left I patted my Pixie cut, making sure my curls were curled just right They gleamed too, so I gave them a Smile. I could have sworn they smiled back. I was proud my hair was polite. The MC announced my name and before people could see that I was smilling at my hair I guided myself around the chairs Bumped into many people but I didn't care I guess I'm careless. I stoped. and I stared at the stairs that were to take me to the stage. They were quite lazy Motionless like a paraplegic "Move, B!tch" I shouted Then I remembered, these stairs weren't an escalator. so I climbed them. Finally I was on stage. I looked around at the Audience My eyes scanned them like my 19 years of life I summed them up like a simple addition. This crowd would love me, I silently vowed. I cleared my throat: Ahem. and I said: "I live to die and I'd die to live. To live is to love for Loving is lving. If everything goes back to its origin. then Life is Death. Death is life for After life is death. and after death is Life. To die is to live,To live is to love So Would you Bast!ards live to die for me? " Surprisingly, Nobody wanted to. I can't Imagine Why? I'm a decent person. I may not be a poet but I do write poetry. P.s Ms.F. It's 5 am, just got done studying for a final so sue me I was quite bored. Wish me Luck though.

Why would you want to kiss a boy? Boys have like friggin' cooties dude.

^Oogie Boogie Chicken Monkey. Gosh! I crack myself up.

Change your mind-The killers Storm-Lenny Kravitz Varies between the two.

Sh!t happens Like my heart breaking Sh!t happens like the tears I cried Sh!t happens just like Us Sh!t happens but sometimes I wish I was constipated.

Don't take my picture There is no need indeed there isn't for Beauty such as mine can't be captured.

1. Kuun Kuun Lamina: Lamina tabaaraka, Sarta uuni bariyaa, Siyaadow -----. That is all I remember. 2. Kabteey Bilataa:? 3. Dhakac Dhakac: ? 4. Hal Lugeey/Lug ka bood:? 5. Gariir/Imbiili: The somali version of Jacks (Fivestones or Onesies) 6. Baliil/Boojo:? 7. First Somali men/women died for the country: ? 8. Some names of provinces/cities: Waqooyi, Bari, Mudug, Galgaduug, Juba dhexe,Juba hoose, Gedo.. (I don't know the other 11) 9. National anthem: Soomaaliyey Toosoy 10. Knowledge of brief history of the country, resources: Somalia was born in 1960, after a couple years it grew into a strong toddler who, around the late 70's, fell ill. Its condition instead of improving over the years (much to everybody's dismay) worsened. Around 1988 it went into coma though after 17 years it still clings to life, there is no hope of it ever gaining conscientious.

^ Express yourself! Oprah says that is empowering you know. I always wanted to be an alien or atleast a San Franciscan in the late 60's or the Early 70's.

The best jeans out there are Levis, Bongo, Ms Sixty, and 7's (they're like wonderbra for your back). Access: beads, long strands of beads just draped around the neck paired with some nice earings (Kacabso!). I dig The buggle tie belts, and nailhead purses but it's the personalized wife beaters (can't get enough of them thanks to Freedom of speech),and T-shirts that does it for me. As for Shoes, Stilettos (3 or 4in preferably from Frederick's of hollywood, or aldo) will never go out of style in my opinion . I dig Sandal's too but Baloy Balo! I hate wedges, They are lethal. I almost broke my foot couple of times wearning those darn things. Originally posted by Rahima: How many times have I entered a shop, supposedly it is a “long†skirt, I go to try it out and it is a three-quarter length skirt :mad: (on me anyway). Go for the longer skirts and the waist size is ridiculously too large. You just can't win with these white people and the indha yar are even worse with their miniture size clothing. Lol War Balaayo, You and I have the something else in common (besides our height ). It's rare (miraculous even) that I find a long Skirt that fits me just right. They are either too short or too big. Somali skirts I don't have the hips to pull them off and Retail store skirts are just way too short for me (They show too much leg.)

Love is selfish because its only concern is its survival (Its manifestion as well as its growth).

^Pessimist Love is very selfish.

Sheeeesh! Duuuuude. That is the last time I tell you something! BTW!, Waraa Gimme a billion if I'm wrong but didn't your ex leave you for his friend cause he had the camry (lool, Gosh!) WITH spinners (She ridding spinners/she riding spinners) *She riding spinning rims, while Afro be shining 'em thangs*

HiHiHiHiHi: MsWord's reaction to this post. Oooooh Xaax: Waking up Shiish Shiish/Khab: Walking to the bathroom/entering it and shutting the door Kaf: Grabbing my toothbrush/toothpaste Fiq fiq fadh: Brushing my teeth Sssssssssh!: Water running Ooomf= Washing my face with a Cleanser Aaaax: Taking a shower Qab Qab: Loud footsteps (getting out of the bathroom) Sif Siif: Getting dressed bajaq bajaq: Eating breakfast Kirik Kirik: Laughing at my brothers while they eat breakfast (Reason to laugh isn't required) Garag: Pushing my chair back and leaving the house Tad Tad/Kharuuum: Walking to my car/Starting it Ha Hi! Ha Hi! Ha Hi!: Laughing at slow drivers on my way to school Wiiiiiiiish: increasing my speed to pass the slow drivers (or going 80 miles on 1-5) Haraf!: Sound of satisfaction ( or jumping on somebody with the intention to put them in coma) Wir Wir Wir: Police siren GigGigGig: My heartbeat increasing upon realizing the freaking cop wants me to pull over Wooooooosh: Pulling over Kak Kak Kak: my head repeatedly hitting the steering wheel as I lower my window Balah Balah!: Officer explaining why he pulled me over (Like freaking DUH dude, I already know why you stopped me) Kharaf: The cop tearing out a copy of the ticket D--------%@!$#: my reaction dhiiiiiidh: My mom (May allah Bless her) when I call her to tell her about the ticket Estubidh Shiidh....! (Khab!): My Oldest brother's reaction when I call him to ask him (nicely) to pay for my ticket/Hangs up Dhimo! (Khab!): The second oldest's reaction when I ask him to pay for my ticket/hangs up Khab!: The third just plainly hangs up. War Balaayo: My reaction Well that was my day.........

Originally posted by Goonle: For one youre sure not to be picking up a huge student loans as part of your vows if u ship one from back home. They wont ask for a car cuz at least for the first few yr she wont have a license. Your lunch will be diyaar everyday after work. U never have to worry about doing your laundry, and most of all ull never argue about the remote cuz she probably wont know that the heck is on TV lol. Oddly enough, those are the same reasons why I want to "sponsor" a young man from back home.

Afro, I feel you. It is hard to tell somebody where you stash money when you don't have any! (Broke a!s tagsiile.)

I don't admire him! However, I'm interested in him, his company, and the scholarships he gives out. Now that weve covered that i got a few dollars in my pocket lets make it happen baby. few dollars? Tsk Tsk Tsk Maandhow, there is no need to advertise your laundry money.

lucky for some who have High metabolic Rate and are genetically skinny I'm one of those people, and I'm quite young too so I never had to worry about staying in shape, or leading a healthy lifetstyle. I pretty much ate what I wanted and the only form of excercise I used to do was running up and down the stairs in my house, and at school. However, I discovered I was anemic recently (I went from size 6, to 5 to size 2 in less than a month) so now I eat alot of iron Rich food, take Multi Vitamins, drink alot of water, and try to gain weight. Plus, I go to the GYM atleast 2X a week with my brothers (On days I can't make it, I usually run in the morning). I do cardio for 30 minutes, weight lift/condition for about 20 minutes (I can't handle more than that!), and I play racquetball when ever I get the chance. It's hard getting used to it or sometimes maintaining it but at the end of the day, regardless of how sore I'm, I do feel better, and more.......positive? Way scary dude.

Would I marry just for love? No, I'd marry for money too.

Last Bullet? What in tarnation happened to all the other bullets, and who did you shoot them with :confused: War balaayo, homicidal tendencies anyone?

Afro,You're so simple! How do you manage to get up in the morning? Not a picky, I tend to second guess myself when I want to let the guy I'm into know how I feel about him. I am always too terrified to tell him that I like him for fear of scaring him away, and then he loses interest because he thinks I'm not interested. [Confused] Where's the line? Bishaaro, tsk tsk tsk! If you tell one you like him, and he leaves you first of all, he is an As!hole and you're better off without him. Second of all, if you don't and he loses interest then he has no backbone and must (apparently) lack confidence (those with self-esteem issues are too depressing!),for he should work hard (er?) to make you like him. Again you're better off without him because this one doesn't think you're worth the effort. Maandhay simply put there is no line and the problem isn't you, It's THEM. Remember there are no EX's in life, only Nexts!

Why in tarnation would you want to find one, is he lost? On a serious note, It is not that complicated if you don't happen to be picky.

To at least cuss out my brother who had, when I was at the tender age of 6, stolen my Barbie dream house to sell it to our next-door neighbor, and my enemy for 5 measly dollars. I gritted my teeth just remembering that particular loss, and as I did so the pounding in my head worsened, but I knew I couldn't, for I realized that despite if I held a hand over my watch, I couldn't hold time still so instead I tried to get up to escape the darkness that was sure to claim me, and as I did I felt as if though thousand needless were poking into my flesh. At first I thought I could bear the pain but like a fault line to prone to unexpected explosion I wasn't ready.......

Except NBA players, Most good things come in small Packages.

Which "hole" would that be?

^lol No, it's a certain Four eyed geek with a speech impediment. Athena, hmmmmm lets see, another amazonian lady who is her own leader, and isn't afraid to voice her opinion.