Thursday, September 20, 2007

Lady sovereigns

For all the injustice that dries your fantasies, for all the dreams that are turned into agonies
For all the evil that deplores your innocence, for all the pain that enters you from arrogance
Skeptical eyes that haunt your body’s wild, the trepidations that sunrise from black dawn minds;

People that offer their qualm scenery of opinion because they are simply a landscaping unkindness –
To you, the harrowing stories of lady sovereigns

For all the inequality that serves you incorrect, for all the moments you were a victim but became maliciously suspect
For every time your hearts beat out to ask, but nothing came back except a mundane task
Living in a street where magic is blocked out and the soldiers of ‘disrespect’, from your window of memories never gave you the benefit of the doubt
But you stand curved with beauty from the pain that flattens out your freedom
Malnourishment of listening ears to starve your voice but still you are encouraged to speak out with colors of your nature from your hidden kingdom – Where you are queens but crowned seldom as lady sovereigns

Heavily cast in a storm called the world; it wets your days with the chilling waters of racism
Thrown at your pearl and caramel faces the cold of secluding terrorism
Leaving blinding fear come alive from criminal extremism; sawing at what should be; your normal feminism
You are exposed to the maze that leads you through no acceptance –A path obscured by hardship but you show oblique tolerance
Sheets of violence become your bedspread but you wake up with extravagance
Because the night with its proud moon hails your light
And when the sun wakes up its rays reach out and sponsor your fight
When you open the door of the morning with a strong determination
To survive the day and be content with vivid expectations
Everything you can do and is held in power of manifestation
Even though no signposts or directions clear the path
Except ones that lead you forced from your opinion that swerved by a crash

Accidents such as becoming a wife and it wasn’t with affection
Becoming a mother when you wished for another decision
Falling into the realms of poverty when you admired education

I worship your dedication

A cycle of a circle of misery of hope
At every end you find a spark of continuation to turn and restart
A repeat of a struggle growing from within your hearts
Your sweet cries to the emotionless eyes shows no penetration to mercy
A tingling cinnamon breeze of confidence is burnt by ruthless sagacity
Raspy unknowns loom over your innocence and expand the horizons of an unfair calamity

Such as being deprived employment, an axe to your development, a slash to a once promised commitment
All an arctic of freezing taunt intertwined with a desert of external raging shutting prosperity
A mixture of unforgiving times whispers and you are unable to fathom the mystery
Of why you lady sovereigns are treated with such cruelty when your souls are tender and silk to the touch
The earth continues to enclose you in a hem of itchy stereotype but you are the real meaning of maturity being ripeLady sovereigns –

Withstanding all the points of views that bring you down, all the conflict that walls your around – your strength is magnificent to ponder upon; you play the most talented tune in the guitar of oppression- an instrument where the echo is a blunder of the future, yet you manage to bring forth the right chords and notes from your minds and replace it with a song of meaning I will never again find-Anywhere around the globe you have a responsibility you take with pride, all over the world you are the reason and from your reason you never hide – faces that conquer over the lavish battles spun out, you deserve all the title of lady sovereigns and what it’s about –

I am talking about any woman
I can ever dedicate this to -

You are supreme in what you have to go through; black as soot;But you gleam and stand out so I’ve called you lady sovereigns
And that would still be weakly put

Grandmothers, mothers, sisters, aunts, miracles in every way-Doctors, housewives, officers, farmers, there is no occupation that from you is far away –You have reached out a record with your wisdom’s say
And I need to praise that if I may –But last –I want to encourage you so much more –I want to say; don’t ever let anyone fake your image, convince you weakness is in store –Don’t give them a chance to tell you, there is something out there you cannot do
Something in front of you, better than you; because there is no such thing –You are the best, the most important –so stay determinant –Think out your choices to minimize falling –And if you fall, pick yourself up and start walking
Nothing should cause you to stop healing
You are now only smarter and learning from a mistake
So stay Lady Sovereigns and don’t ever break

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What it is...

I see Life like a rose in the ice... beautiful but with cold settings - There are so many incredible things out there - but we always need to fight and perservere against the hardships too... otherwise the cold will win ... and we will wither away.

My imagination has led me to believe in something called 'Sudan Fairytale' -
The fantasy that My country will one day be independant and proud, never selfsish to provide its people with its needs, give freedom and success to all, be forever committed to achieve a prosperous inhabitance to every Sudanese in their own country-

My eyes fail me and I see the truth which I call - 'Khartoum Heartbreak' - This is a theme running through the blog under the 'Khartoum Heartbreak' Poems and whatever else about Sudan conveying broken down love, poor streets and cut off electricity along with a lot of other decays and problems in Khartoum city Life.

But I love my country and so I have no choice but to merge the Pain and the Love as one.

Faith is my heart and I could never do without it hoping in my prayers that I can be someone better always and that God forgives me as I fall in Mistakes through that frozen path of Life...

Sometimes I feel under control with all the too many emotions that run to colour my days and nights - Books, movies, music, dreams, friends, family, strangers, travel, - reality - the 10 O' Clock news -Most of the time I'm very Lost in trying to understand - whatever happens becomes tangled into writing this confusing memoir -

It's a really odd combination of air - not sure whether it is refreshing or suffocating - stabilising or maddening - But I breathe and
so it is
'Memoirs of a Sudanese breath' as I am 'Lost but under control' -