when you see something you like at the store
+you approach your mom like:
and she looks at you like:
and you show it to her with a smile:
then shes all like:
then you look at her like:
and shes like:
and when she finally says yes your like:
oh Somalia
only if your beautiful wasn’t so black
only if you were
Gaza or
Libya or
Bahrain or
Egypt or
Norway or
England or
Japan or
America
or the moon
I would mention you in a poem
only if you had
oil or
poppy or
timber or
rubber or
gold or
white people
I would mention you in my prayers
oh Somalia
only if your beautiful wasn’t so black
the world has grown accustom to watching you die
since I was a child
Somalia - synonymous with suffering
African meant adversity
an African struggling was like
a fish swimming
a dog barking
Somalia meant starvation
never mind the magic in your poetry
or
the glowing saints rising from your lands like a thousand moons
never mind the beauty of your beaches
or
the utter perfection in the hips of your women
oh Somalia
only if you didn’t wear the resemblance of eve
like an ornate funeral shroud
we wouldn’t see you as our sin
and avert our gazes
in shame
turn our faces
to blame
only if your lack of the worldy
didn’t remind us
of our lack of the other-worldly
perhaps then we would mention you
oh Somalia
only if your beautiful wasn’t so black “Somalia: Never mind”: Poem by Amir Sulaiman (via blessingsincompany) +
only if your beautiful wasn’t so black
only if you were
Gaza or
Libya or
Bahrain or
Egypt or
Norway or
England or
Japan or
America
or the moon
I would mention you in a poem
only if you had
oil or
poppy or
timber or
rubber or
gold or
white people
I would mention you in my prayers
oh Somalia
only if your beautiful wasn’t so black
the world has grown accustom to watching you die
since I was a child
Somalia - synonymous with suffering
African meant adversity
an African struggling was like
a fish swimming
a dog barking
Somalia meant starvation
never mind the magic in your poetry
or
the glowing saints rising from your lands like a thousand moons
never mind the beauty of your beaches
or
the utter perfection in the hips of your women
oh Somalia
only if you didn’t wear the resemblance of eve
like an ornate funeral shroud
we wouldn’t see you as our sin
and avert our gazes
in shame
turn our faces
to blame
only if your lack of the worldy
didn’t remind us
of our lack of the other-worldly
perhaps then we would mention you
oh Somalia
only if your beautiful wasn’t so black “Somalia: Never mind”: Poem by Amir Sulaiman (via blessingsincompany) +

















