Thursday, March 8, 2012

a part of me there is and i am looking into a mirror tryin to never collapse for i am still young

a part of me is so weak i dont know how to hold it
a part of me is so strong I am amazed by it
a part of me is so happy i am happy to hear it
a part of me is so sad i cannot bare to feel it

there is a girl inside me who i understand
there is a woman inside me growing without my command
there is a love deep in me tht i want to show
there is an anger in my centre that i want to throw

I am a faithful woman yet i am not faithful enough
I am a wonderful woman but not white enough
I am an embarrased woman and been rejected enough
I am a strange woman i never know enough


look into the mirror and see the blackness
look into the mirror and see the whiteness fade
look into the mirror and see the story that was made
look into the mirror and see the real story , the one behind bars

try and expand your heart like a new machine
try and open your heart and look inside
try and repair your heart in  a fantastic surge of saving
try and clean your heart and remove the black spot


let me never collapse except on your prayers
let me never collapse except on your shades
let me never collapse except in fasting
let me never collapse let me never be erased

for i am still young but feeling old
for i have done wrong and been so cold
for i have forgotten and acted so bold
for i have not done what i have been told

..................to be continued

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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' -