SoMaLiA [a PoEm]

*DISCLAIMER: INSPIRED BY A WOMAN*

I am...

I am as cool as the summer breeze.

The bass in the hip hop beat, that's me...

My hair is as free as my spirit.

I am allowed to reconcile, no limits.

My sibling displayed a more "common" personality in spite of me...

It helped me achieve my current condition.

My Mohawk is as lined as my ambition.

I am desired and driven.

I have dreams, some unbelievable as tangled ribbons.

My skin color allows me to experience the ugly of humanity.

I love, my heart is enormous, others cannot resist.

That man oh how I wish he could change.

My relationships are long term and forgiving.

I replay hurt over and over.

Because I don't want the guys generally to take order.

Of my heart and mind that is..

I am a leader and an independent woman.

But my immune system results to my illness.

I love relaxation.

It's an escape from aggravation.

My curves represent my continuing belief in humanity.

I want a man who knows my pain and accepts my present.

I want a man to Love me and me entirely.

I want a man who serves God and loves his family.

Someone who represents a strong man.

Aggression and agility are his strengths.

I am... Somalia...