Once upon a time, on April 6th, The people of Sudan stopped fearing death.. Being second class citizens in their own homes, They put on their peace and loaded their poems! ‘Enough is enough, the suffering must end!‘ Oppression was becoming too much to comprehend, Our souls were done crying; it was time for a stand, So we held each…
Comments closedIt was the best of crimes, it was the worst of crimes. I long for the day stealing someone’s heart becomes punishable by law, but I highly doubt I’d ever have it in me to hand you in. You chose your timing carefully My defenses were down.. A very smooth criminal You didn’t make a sound Quietly pierced through my…
8 CommentsI do not do this. This is not me. I’m not the girl who stays up waiting for a text, and I’m definitely not the girl who jumps up & down on her bed when it arrives, and I am absolutely not the girl who smudges her perfectly winged eyeliner when it doesn’t… I used to be the queen of…
1 CommentI was born in the 90s, were you born then too? If you were, then my dear friend, I wrote this poem for you… We’re a generation, composed entirely of bafoons, And I blame that on TV & the 90s cartoons! We were indeed the last generation, Who possessed a “thing” they call imagination, We had no Twitter, Instagram, or…
Comments closedWe live in a country where the ultimate goal is marriage And I’m talking about girls & guys of a certain age Because in Sudan, marriage Has a specific deadline After which you’d be labeled As bayra/bayrex/bayir/etc You mostly don’t need love To get married in Sudan You just need زول جاهز To come asking for your hand Or a…
Comments closedAre you tired? They ask, As they stare at me, My hair stands in protest, Too heavy for my knees, With eyes like a zombie, Dark bags underneath, No I am not tired, Not in the least, I am just, how do I describe it? Yeah…I am Sudanese That is a legit adjective I’m sure you’d agree When I take…
Comments closedI don’t hate you at all You’re just another human Who stomped over the heart Of a phenomenal woman Leaving her broken You know how it goes Bleeding anger & fury From head to her toes Through that agonizing pain She grabs a box of tissues Cleans up the wound & covers it With her trust issues The wound keeps…
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