No More

Ah, 'tis sad for me to tell you, dear friends, that I am intending to stop blogging. I am not very into computers anymore. It's getting annoying logging on, and everything.
So, thankee kindly for your positive comments. I'll still be dropping by onto your blogs, though.
So byyye!!

My Child

I'll work night and day
just to protect my child.
I'll spill blood and pray
just to protect my child.

Sword in my hand,
hatred in my heart.
Stare at her lustily,
and your brow will be marked!

SS # 54: In the News

In the news

they keep on repeating

what happened years ago.

Keep on making me

feel the pain

and the anger

at my brothers and sisters

in Islam.

No sense of decency,

no sense of respect.

O Muslims!
Why do you not follow

the best example

that has been laid out for you

on a clear path!
O Muslims!
Why do you not

observe the Quran

and treat it like it is meant to be treated:
with respect!
O Muslims!
Why are you

marking all of our foreheads

with blood

and making us all criminals

in the eyes of the West!
Why do you not let the truth

shine through?
Surely,

Islam is a sacred religion,

a pure religion,

not a religion meant to be laughed at.

If some are so blind,

do not poke their eyes with sticks,

to heal them.

Whisky

Sweepin' the floor daily,
watchin' my masters drink.
The bottle's emptyin' itself,
need a new one, quick!

'Else I'll be whipped,
across the back, and will you care?
Where are the rights the government
promised me? where are they?

I suppose they're like the whisky:
temptin' at first, but do not last
& they give a false sense of
hope and security.

She's Gone Upstairs

"She's gone upstairs,"
they tell me.
"She's just gone upstairs."

I look at them like they are crazy.
How long can she be upstairs?
How can a Mommy leave her Child?
I thought that we had a bondage, a special thing.
Mommy and Daughterl,
and little Baby with Daddy.
But she's not coming down.
Oh, when will she come?
I want her so much,
My heart is aching beneath these white sheets.
I'm sick and tired of doctors and nurses!
Why, my mama, would never wear anything that ugly!
What's taking her so long?
These wires sticking out of my neck are annoying.
Not until I see Mom will I stop complaining.
Yes, I know I'm a brat,
but Mommy never thought so.
When will she come back?
Tell her to hurry!
I want to tell her about that crazy driver
who smashed into our car!
And where is Daddy?
And little Baby?
Tell me! Tell me!
I know that you're lying!
What is she doing upstairs?
Why doesn't she just use the elevator?
It's very fast, you know.
Oh, where is my Mommy?

"She's gone upstairs."

Oh!
She's...gone...
SHE'S GONE?!

"Upstairs."

Without My Glasses

I walk unsteadily down the path
that was once surrounded by greenery.
Guards stand like trees,
forbidding me to loiter.
Little moons hang in the sky like lanterns,
and if I jump I can touch them.
Obstacles litter my path like rocks,
struggling to trip me.
I raise my eyes and see my destination;
my heaven.
A doorway looms like a hedge,
entrancing me.
I break into a run and reach out...!

It was only ever a hedge.

Freedom to Smell

Whiff
the aroma.

What aroma?
The smell of cars and petrol?

No,
smell beyond that.

Smell the sea,
from away in Hawaii.

Smell the mountain air,
on Mount Everest.

Smell the flowers,
blooming on the country-side.

Smell the wind,
brushing against Bambi's side.

Smell the sweat,
of free hands,
working in liberty,
to do their will.

Just Another Day...

(BEFORE DANCE)
Smooth skin
Like in Nivea commercials.
Perfect hair,
A picture to drool over.
(DURING DANCE)
All gone.
Make-up a disaster.
Flustered, sweaty,
Zits, acne, pimples.
(AFTER DANCE)
Tired.
Mourning over lost boyfriend.
Drop into bed
And snooze.