I'm Home

In da midst of da ugly
place, where da smoke is fuggy, halt me
in ma nostrils, & ma brain get stuffy,
smugly, people tryna bugger me,
UGH!!!


But;
Now I'm glad I'm home,
Looking at the green fields & green leaves
& the air that I breath
I feel free!!!
As I feel the wind blows
& the trees go with the flow,
I see the leaves relish
& sing a song of wish
& shout a sound of swish,
I close my eyes
praising Allah most High
I look at the blue sky
& I see a bird flies,
from the bird's eyes I visualize;
Against the wind,
I whirr & wave my wings
againts the wind,
I sway & weave.

So now I'm glad I'm home,
It's like looking at the twilight;
When the golden sun bows,
the golden lines of the clouds
allow me to say wow.
When the sky is dark by nightfall,
the millions of stars & the moon are
shining & blinking at far
they gaze at me & say "Allah ain't small"
& they cure my scars.

& now I'm glad I'm home,
Coz the smile of the people
is like the mango here in April.

So I'm glad I'm home,

I'm glad I'm home.


Ali
(1/5/09)