O you, the youth
I have a different theme for you today
To read, reconsider, reproduce and relish
For I wish you to pay attention
It is about youth experience
For I remember the boyish face
The dirty legs ridding bicycle
Fighting in the sandy playground
With the foe neighborhood boys
Who I was told were ferocious
Carrying all kinds of illegal weapons
To preying other boys in the hood
For I was enlightened they wish to find
The weakness side of “us”
To victimize my friends and I
So did my friends initiated the assault
To humiliate the bad boys first
To see their lips lacerated
To laugh at teeth parts falling
Spitting blood mixed with muddy sand
O’ who remembers the “kala Reeb”
Where you were forced to fight for friends
Where you are left to defend yourself
From the king of the new neighborhood
Being tough was the game
For the wrongful assumptions of boyishness
Swearing, screaming, spitting, sniffing,
Not crying was rule number one!
Staying strong for immoral things
Was seen as encouragement
O’ daring to die was bravery
It was essence of boyish mentality
The essence of wrong peer pressure
Peer pressure can be wrong or right
It can be good or bad
It can be healthy or harmful
Depends on how you deal with
And discriminate your personal interests
From the dangerous at temptations
Of proving to be the toughest and the leader
Gaining wrong respect of heading the wrong path
For I was smart enough to know
And discriminate who was my best friend
Who was a bad influencer into my in life
And had to find ways to avoid
Before I run into terrible
My parents didn’t wish me to be in
Sometimes I was considered girlish
Because I had refused smoke
I denounced in participating criminal activities
Had I not rejected to do robbery many times
Had I not acted very selfish
To avoid getting into dirty fights
I encouraged my friends go to the libraries to read
I hated to hang out in the hood acting tough
For I knew that wouldn’t evince my cleverness
What makes me tough is contending with “THE MEN”
The Men who dominates me for centuries
O’ you, the young Somalis
Don’t set the gear of your dreams too low
I am now mature to discern
The world offers more than you may foretell
O’ should you not be overwhelmed by peer pressure?
And the cheap boyish mentality
That may put you in confinement
By getting caught in the compliance of criminal activities
In which you lose your citizenship
Or retain bad record in your history
To be a good citizen is to have a clean license
So avoid getting into fighting
Avoiding bad hanging out with bad boys
Avoid hooking up with fast girls
Focus your dreams
Listen to your hearts
Answer the right questions
Ignore the wrong answers
Who is your real role model?
What do you want to be?
Do you wish be a productive citizens or murder
Do you wish to help others or kill them?
Ignore temptations
Avoid depression
Distress is the essence of depression
Pushes you to do perilous performance
Doing all kinds of wrongs things to escape
The unknown or know hectic world
For I have yet to say enough
And wish you pay attention
Satisfactions is the essence of happiness
Be confident and satisfied
With whatever Almighty bestow you
Seek achieve what you desire in meaningful ways
Be respectful to your own parents
To your brothers and sisters
To your community and country
So peace and harmony shall prevail
So dreams shall reign and fulfilled
So the right morals shall guide all of us.
Faisal Abdi
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