Poem ONE of 30-day poetry challenge (Why I Write)

You see it would be the first time, that I would be sharing my work

I let them into my mind, what will they think of my worth.. gives you a key to my turf, 

the shit I bury inside, my word revealing the dirt.

but I gotta let these people know my lips they speak with a curse, 

and I gotta let this spoken poem make people feel it in words,

want him to hear it and smirk, need her to hear it and hurt,

and I want the room to then applaud because they feel it in words

see I understand baby, it's ok... things lookin rough, had a LONG day,

and he who shares the pain aint there, he caused the pain then went away.

some problems big many so small, we start to think, things start to fall

and human nature turns small big so now we think we gottem all.

but i understand baby, its ok... things lookin rough, had a LONG day. 

mind says to free it with words so we can feel it in words.

for those who get me, worries hefty, thoughts are messy, let it go

some know the power of the word and if you feel it let it flow

write it in ink, read it in type, don`t matter how you let it show 

there`s something healthy when i write, see cuz my words can set the tone

if i got words i'm not alone, and if my poems could speak to those who are, my word you'd feel at home

dry cry...

promise the first time i heard the those lyrics i said, now Sizzla that's how i cry

and if in two words he brought meanin to it then what im feelins old news

there's others out here that hurt too, and if the magic in two words can tell it, Sizzla the power rest in you

express opinions state ur views, they add a beat call it a tune 

could be a story or a song, the spoken word, or a haiku

I swear I'll listen,

don't hold it in, your eyes they glisten

and I understand baby it's ok, things lookin rough had a long day 

but everybody needs to be heard

The lord he blessed us with a gift , language he taught us how to learn

now words i yearn

free it and let the pages burn, spit it and make their stomachs turn

i get you better when you write

send me a text about our fight and i'll apologise tomorrow

i didn't know you felt that way

when we were yellin at eachother sweety thats all you had to say

but when u write it play by play...i get to creep inside your mind and read your insight for the day

you enlighten me

and i see the beauty in these word, swear your intelligence it frightens me

now watch the fire it ignites in me 

to share these words it took some might in me..

this year i'm tryna find the light in me 

mind says to free with words, so you can feel me in words. 

Ismahan Ahmed 

Copyright © 2011

The Privileged

sisters, brothers, childless mothers, from the motherland starvin

we from the north the land of pork and bumpin drakes room marvin

toronto niggas feelin marved and...

those not so near they sleep with fear, cuz they don't know what food tomorrow brings 

clothes on their bodies skinny bodies, slavin sweat shops

now here's a boy got every toy, rockin a fitted and a G-shock

she shops while he stops pissin

dying of thirst mouths dry..throats killin 

swallowin hurts.. fruit flies jus chillin

the final hours of his life he feels like speakin to the villan  

why am i lying in this dirt while you consume, my race your killin 

got millions eyeing for your scraps, continent feeds 11 billion 

subtract 4 billion from the math, the population earth has livin

................now you KNOW that don't make sense

makin more food than we can spend 

and while i'm throwin half my meal the poor stay droolin in suspense

food network makin art with meals, hey look thats cool..this carrot bends

now watch me roll this veggie car, watch how bored fools stay ignorant 

who the fuck gave those fuckers a deal

could feed a village full of people with a zucchini steering wheel

and i  probably sound crazy talking about this show, but if you seen, wouldn't believe it

 if you seen it, you would know

lets change our shoes, in search of food, your son won't move, you gotta go

lets clear our minds and take the time, realize they'd use the food we throw

and i'm speakin to myself, i got to thinkin, gotta help

it clicked i'm blinded to the problem, people we're lying to ourselves

and see i know its much more easy, to put your conscience on a shelf

but shit aint right we're living wrong, if we could feel what they have felt 

3rd world..ONE world 

her son...your girl 

don't take advantage of a blessing, the dumb believe these cards were dealt

they eat with greed, loosen there belts

it's up to us to make the change, or in the pot we all shall melt

Ismahan Ahmed