#InspiringPoem I am a Somali woman by Sahro Ahmed Koshin I am the sister of the martyr. I am the aunt of the potato seller at the local market. I am the daughter of the local sheikh. I am the injured of the revolution, the protester, the jailed, the detained. I am the tortured, the exiled, the kidnapped, the raped. I am the veiled, the non-veiled, I am a beautiful soul. I am a Somali woman. My skin is of ebony and ivory, I am young by spirit, old by experience. I am the pregnant, the wife, the single mother, the widow, the godobtiir and godobreeb tool forcing me into marriage as the compensation payment for another clan’s peace settlement. I am a Somali woman. Yet I am not a victim, I am a leader. Not a woman leader, but a leader who happens to be a woman. I clean up the streets of my nation, I rise up the past, the present and the future generations. I brought the Nobel Peace Price to Somalia. I am a Somali woman. I speak out for my son at school. I speak up for my daughter in the madrasa. I pray for my ancestors and for my older son in jail, for my mother in the hospital. I speak out for our artists whom they keep bombing in theaters and on the streets. I am a Somali woman. I speak out for my mind, I am the pulse of the people. I live in the city, in the town, in the rural areas, in the suburb, in the mountains, on the borders. I am in Garowe, Mogadihsu, Afgoye, Hargeisa, Galkayo, Bosaaso, Beletweyne, Badhan, Bocame and every corner where there is life and sound I am a Somali woman. I boost the economy, I advance the technology, I give life to the community. Do I deserve to be equal to you? YES I do because I am a woman. A Somali woman.
Posted on: Mon, 29 Sep 2014 05:49:16 +0000
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