You Hear Her, but Never Listen
by Faisa Ali
Sunday, March 09, 2008
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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Many people interpret this poem in different ways, and relate to it.
My inspiration was when i visited Somalia in my youth.
I met her when I was only eleven.
Her embraces were warm, imagine heaven.
I never wanted to leave her; I repeated “me and you forever”.
In the back of my mind I knew we wouldn’t be together.
Separated, but connected by both our cries.
Man I thought without her I would die!
She used to cry tears filling oceans and seas.
Her family walking side by side with her fiends.
The wars within her made it a struggle.
No one even glanced when she was in trouble.
She can no longer cry, the deserts within becoming cold.
She can no longer eat, the famine swallows her whole.
She can no longer see, tribes blindfold her soul.
She can no longer sleep, awaken from her role.
I miss her badly, I know she is danger.
Her neighbors becoming stranger.
They want her, strip her pride.
Barbarian snakes eat away her side.
Once we are reunited, we will be unstoppable.
Scare away the lords which they think is impossible.
What you don’t know is that, I love her with all my heart.
Every vein, every vessel, never wavering from the start.
Reverse reminiscences; take a long look at what they did.
They can never go back, relax and eavesdrop while they sit.
Drinking different concoctions of teas to feel good.
Her family consuming herbs to erase what they could.
Would they ever realize she is close to death.
Sit beneath trees, while she under stealth.
I will break down every wall to see her.
Thrive! Burn the enemies so they savor our myrrh.
I will rest my case by the setting sun,
And like a exasperated rifle,
I can only scream as loud as my voice.
But then I asked myself, “Will my wail be yet another noise?”
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|Reviewed by Muhammad Al Mahdi
|Keen pictures, culminating in images of extreme beauty and depth, sadness -alas- being their inspiration but you know that united, we will be unstoppable, as you say, and I know it too.|
|Reviewed by Makhtal Ali
|wonderful poem sister|