Tuesday, March 5, 2013

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Terms and conditions for posting poems

1.    This page is dedicated to all Soomaals, at home and abroad; therefore one of the requirements is that you identify as such.

2.    Poems by non-Somalis are occasionally posted on the condition that the poems are about the Soomaal people specifically and the Africa in general. I want to make it clear that TNP welcomes everyone regardless of how one identifies to join this space, take part in dialogue generated here and be part of this group.

3.    Email your poems with the title on the subject heading to somalipoets@gmail.com

4.    If you plagiarize or repeatedly submit plagiarized poems after receiving warning, all of your previous work will be deleted immediately and never shared on TNP again.

5.    No poems that insult or degrade or dehumanize any human being or group of people based on a particular identity will be posted. We are about celebrating people and challenging those ideologies that we disagree with in a respectful manner.

6.    The Nation of Poets reserves the right to reject any poem that does not comply with the overall mission of the group.


  1. Salaam TPN,

    Below is one of my newest poems called Rotten Apples, please let me know what you think.

    Rotten Apples
    Children manifest toys into guns, fun into danger,
    Potential into waste, while marrying today in hopes of burning tomorrow,
    All while parents are asleep, but why bother keeping awake?

    Rotten apples make for sour pies, I relinquish my slice

    Why bother awaking the dead just to inform them about the living
    Your daughter is self administering heroin in the alley where she lost her virginity.
    Your proud son has swept his last tear while swinging his rainbow colored noose around his delicate neck.
    You are oblivious to the noise of rotting apples left neglected.
    Pretending to salvage what was once whole,
    Now unrecognizable mush,
    You make pie out of rotten apples, and utter everything will be okay.
    You say what you do not know, complacent from abundance of sleep, And ignorant to the signs.
    Frankly, your taste buds have rotten along with those apples.

    Tracing back to the roots, infestation has taken the tree, infecting the fruit.
    Unseen to the naked eye, it all stems from the cyclic neglect; rejecting the truth

    All must be annihilated to contain the spread and all fingers point back at you

    Had the grower been aware of the seeds, nothing would have ever been planted

    I repeat, rotten apples make for sour pies, I relinquish my slice.

    By Hana Aw-Dahir 2013

  2. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=llZ-r6gssdY&feature=youtu.be&a

    city of coffee ...written version (http://www.awkward-muslimah.blogspot.ca/#!http://awkward-muslimah.blogspot.com/2013/08/the-city-of-coffee.html)