Thursday, April 18, 2013

Day 1: 1 people 2 regions by Hana Aw-Dahir


You sadness engulfs me at the best of times
You loving perplexes me at the worst of times
Your morality haunts me till the end of time
And yet I, a mortal man to your infinity of lies
Draw strength from insensitivity; project it to hollowness within my own life
You are me
I am you
We sit upon a stool pondering modern governmental rules
Foreign concepts and western cultural cues
Best friends, worst enemies, confused state but we keep trucking through this traitorous terrain
Neck held high, altered flags gesturing superiority although all cries sound the same through concrete stone
But we digress from more
Djibouti to my Somaliland
Two hearts, one beat, irregular rhythm when you disregard from history
You are a woman who speaks Somali today, kisses in French, while asking for forgiveness in Arabic
I am a similar man cut from the same cloth dipped in the paint of my colonizer andlater dried in the form of my ancestry
Divider to the diving line, your boarders mean nothing but to keep our relations out
We are the same but trained to be different


Hana Aw-Dahir
Copyright© 2013

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