I'M A HOPER
I'm stronger than I look
Use the dictionary to mock
I'll swirl them with a fork
With each breath,I'll work
A girl,I am
Small biceps in my arm
But with a strength that is warm
A heart larger than a farm
Which veils a lot
Lifts uncountable heavy loads
Invisible like dots
With hope,I became a hoper
Imaginations make me a dreamer
Dyspnea makes me a fighter
My goals make me an achiever
Pain makes me stronger
With emotions am caged
Feeling high like a wedge
Nearly crossing the hedge
But I'm the strongest,I realized
I won't let it get me down
I believe am the strongest in town
Who wears pain,hope and love as a gown
Covered the face with mask like a clown
And strength as a crown
I'll strive further
Because am the hope of my mother
Giving up, and being hopeless,I'll murder
I'll strike like a thunder
Till I cross the indestructible border
FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI
Wednesday, 25 April 2018
POEM - HOPELESS LOVER - FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI
HOPELESS LOVER
He loved her,he said
With full hope,she laid
For love,she was a maid
Happiness,she was paid
He was different,she thought
To express the love,she fought
Fought all who insulted him
Love story like a film
Love held everything firm
All she had was sacrificed
In the name of love,she announced
She was a faithful lover
Always the first mover
Destroyed all that tried to cross the border
The feelings were ignored
A whole being was lowered
The heart was murdered
Into pieces it was shattered
The soul was watered
With hateful blood,it was covered
Experienced a new pain
Feelings became plain
Dysfunctional was her brain
Hatred was all that rained
Love made her psychotic
All she does becomes dramatic
Hell opened it's doors
Crying is all she does
FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI
He loved her,he said
With full hope,she laid
For love,she was a maid
Happiness,she was paid
He was different,she thought
To express the love,she fought
Fought all who insulted him
Love story like a film
Love held everything firm
All she had was sacrificed
In the name of love,she announced
She was a faithful lover
Always the first mover
Destroyed all that tried to cross the border
The feelings were ignored
A whole being was lowered
The heart was murdered
Into pieces it was shattered
The soul was watered
With hateful blood,it was covered
Experienced a new pain
Feelings became plain
Dysfunctional was her brain
Hatred was all that rained
Love made her psychotic
All she does becomes dramatic
Hell opened it's doors
Crying is all she does
FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI
Poem - Mother's day! ZAINAB M MUSA
The praise of a mother
I pick up my pen today,
To praise she who spends her day,
To put a smile on a face,
It is really a grace,
To have her as a shade,
That never allows you to fade.
She's as cool as a gentle breeze,
Which does not make you to freeze.
She wakes up early,
A routine daily.
She teaches you to be holy,
And not to be a bully.
She is a hero,
Who makes you believe you can't score a zero,
She is a source of encouragement,
That makes you to never relent.
She is a guide,
To a brighter future ride.
She's dedicated like an entourage,
I salute your courage.
ZMM
In celebration of mother's day!
I pick up my pen today,
To praise she who spends her day,
To put a smile on a face,
It is really a grace,
To have her as a shade,
That never allows you to fade.
She's as cool as a gentle breeze,
Which does not make you to freeze.
She wakes up early,
A routine daily.
She teaches you to be holy,
And not to be a bully.
She is a hero,
Who makes you believe you can't score a zero,
She is a source of encouragement,
That makes you to never relent.
She is a guide,
To a brighter future ride.
She's dedicated like an entourage,
I salute your courage.
ZMM
In celebration of mother's day!
Poem - A tolerated killer - Nasruddeen
A tolerated killer
Imagine the feeling of incision without anesthesia,
Exactly that, stroked my cardia.
When I palpated a living death child.
From where he came? I had no idea.
But resembled IDP orphans of Somalia.
Had worn-out muscles as a used gauze.
With frozen arteries and veins
All blocked by rigid and sticky erythrocyte
Shaped like crescent moons.
Pale skin, swollen hands and feet plus pneumonia.
Severe symptoms of sickle cell anemia.
Oh! Not a Somali, realized I
But a son of self-serving lovebird
That denied their incompatibility
Even though their genotypes are incompatible.
And chose to geneticized miseries
To their yet born babies.
I held his arm, my eyes widened as owl's
Then I fell into chasm of thoughts
Does love worth all sacrifices?
Even the health and joy of our offsprings?
Isn't it easy to eradicate sickle cell disease?
Or is our gruesome acts let it living?
Aren't we serving its cycle?
Why don't we starve it now?
NSA Mbaya.
Imagine the feeling of incision without anesthesia,
Exactly that, stroked my cardia.
When I palpated a living death child.
From where he came? I had no idea.
But resembled IDP orphans of Somalia.
Had worn-out muscles as a used gauze.
With frozen arteries and veins
All blocked by rigid and sticky erythrocyte
Shaped like crescent moons.
Pale skin, swollen hands and feet plus pneumonia.
Severe symptoms of sickle cell anemia.
Oh! Not a Somali, realized I
But a son of self-serving lovebird
That denied their incompatibility
Even though their genotypes are incompatible.
And chose to geneticized miseries
To their yet born babies.
I held his arm, my eyes widened as owl's
Then I fell into chasm of thoughts
Does love worth all sacrifices?
Even the health and joy of our offsprings?
Isn't it easy to eradicate sickle cell disease?
Or is our gruesome acts let it living?
Aren't we serving its cycle?
Why don't we starve it now?
NSA Mbaya.
POEM - SICKLE CELL DISEASE- MARYAM SALMAN
It's more than just a case of mutated haemoglobin
It's more than a cell been sickle shaped
It's eternal hardship full of pain.
Know your genotype today; Help stop the Menace.
*Maryam Salman*
It's more than a cell been sickle shaped
It's eternal hardship full of pain.
Know your genotype today; Help stop the Menace.
*Maryam Salman*
Poem - AMAZING WARRIORESS - Maryam Salman
*AMAZING WARRIORESS**
The amazing warrioress
Face full of smiles even though in pain.
Fighting fearlessly,
Determined to stay alive.
Never look down on her,
For knowledge is a servant to her
Talents and gift she's full of it.
For a warrioress is never without skills
Know that she's not perfect, Nobody is
She has her weaknesses, just like anyone else.
But don't take her for granted;
For she's a warrior so magnanimous
Emotions and feelings; she's got them too
Friendship and Love, she's entitled to.
She's got a heart full of gold
That accommodates anyone who cares to hold
To discrimination and stigmatization I say Nay!
Because she's a normal human who is so gay
Love and cherish her instead; it surely pays
To the amazing Sickle Warrioress I say Aye!
*Maryam Salman **
The amazing warrioress
Face full of smiles even though in pain.
Fighting fearlessly,
Determined to stay alive.
Never look down on her,
For knowledge is a servant to her
Talents and gift she's full of it.
For a warrioress is never without skills
Know that she's not perfect, Nobody is
She has her weaknesses, just like anyone else.
But don't take her for granted;
For she's a warrior so magnanimous
Emotions and feelings; she's got them too
Friendship and Love, she's entitled to.
She's got a heart full of gold
That accommodates anyone who cares to hold
To discrimination and stigmatization I say Nay!
Because she's a normal human who is so gay
Love and cherish her instead; it surely pays
To the amazing Sickle Warrioress I say Aye!
*Maryam Salman **
Poem - Life - Maryam Salman
*Life*
All the hustles and struggles
Man's journey is not complete without bustles
Suffering in the harsh weather
Come rain; come sunshine
Just to make ends meet.
As I looked around
I could see weary shoulders and wrinkled faces
Toiling day in; day out.
Well built bodies wearing away
Like the rags of the old village woman.
Life is like a hollow valley
Full of gold and diamonds at the bottom
Like the proverbial Valley in the Adventures of Sinbad.
Yet you must trod on needles and nails
To be able to reach the bottom
There you will find your treasures.
Oh you the hardworking one
Know that you shall reap what you sow
And enjoy the fruit of your labour
For surely one day your star shall shine.
That day wealth shall be at your reach.
*Maryam_Salman*
All the hustles and struggles
Man's journey is not complete without bustles
Suffering in the harsh weather
Come rain; come sunshine
Just to make ends meet.
As I looked around
I could see weary shoulders and wrinkled faces
Toiling day in; day out.
Well built bodies wearing away
Like the rags of the old village woman.
Life is like a hollow valley
Full of gold and diamonds at the bottom
Like the proverbial Valley in the Adventures of Sinbad.
Yet you must trod on needles and nails
To be able to reach the bottom
There you will find your treasures.
Oh you the hardworking one
Know that you shall reap what you sow
And enjoy the fruit of your labour
For surely one day your star shall shine.
That day wealth shall be at your reach.
*Maryam_Salman*
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