Some Poetry I Wrote Last Semester

Woman in Waiting
Princess Sultana
My rebel of the heart
Prisoner of men, of weary tradition,
She longs to free the sisters
Still, bound by chains of black linen,
Deep lies, and prowling Mutawas,
Sultana simmers under the jeweled fist
And the lie of religious men.
Her men can buy anything, except freedom for women
Her men can do anything, except free the women
My princess, Sultana,
She dreams of change
She tells her stories of murder, rape,
And the woman’s decent to hell
In the open desert.
She waits, and she breaks the silence
With the truth.
She has come full circle,
From rebellious heart to rebellious heart and
Is still waiting for the veil to lift,
Take heart Sultana,
You are laying the foundation
That will swallow the broken man.






Suburban Fall

Today, Happiness was alive in the suburbs
It permeated life giving October air

I breathed in and smelled it
It was intoxicating,
The smell of the earth dying, purifying
It was Chimney Smoke, and cool, damp earth.
It was unnamable

Today, Happiness danced on a sea
Of burning red flames on branches

I wanted to capture it, covet it
I wanted to duplicate it
I wanted it to be everlasting
But I could only breathe

And as I stood and walked and gazed,
I prayed,
Not to forget the beauty of transition,
Not to forget the necessity of death.
I prayed to remember that happiness
must simply be, those special moments
in which heaven manifests itself on earth.

I tucked my sweet memory away,
Into a place where hope lives,
A place where there is always anticipation of spring.






Freedom

Does any one know the difference between a prison cell and your own mind?

The difference is location

The effect is the same

When you take your last breath will you say,

“Not my Fault?”

Or, will you say

“I looked at those cement walls and said,

Screw you.”