Let me present my poetry to those who don’t know,
What it does for me and how I like to flow,
Its like a fantasy world I under go, when I’m down below
I’m like the old fashioned beauty of poetry like Merlyn Monroe,
Still alive --and still feel the vibe and ---still freshly ripe whenever I type,
I’m like the new ritual of peace pipe,
They endure to question me “Lyrical, what’s your tribe?”
Hawiye, Darood and Madhiban I remain to jibe,
Swing all ways with a mind that’s focused bright,
I’m Somali why would I chose a side, when many have died?
Last time I tried, my people have divide, and my country collided
So I decided ---to write my poetry in ease,
…with tears I write for my country for peace.
What it does for me and how I like to flow,
Its like a fantasy world I under go, when I’m down below
I’m like the old fashioned beauty of poetry like Merlyn Monroe,
Still alive --and still feel the vibe and ---still freshly ripe whenever I type,
I’m like the new ritual of peace pipe,
They endure to question me “Lyrical, what’s your tribe?”
Hawiye, Darood and Madhiban I remain to jibe,
Swing all ways with a mind that’s focused bright,
I’m Somali why would I chose a side, when many have died?
Last time I tried, my people have divide, and my country collided
So I decided ---to write my poetry in ease,
…with tears I write for my country for peace.
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