Aisha her strong, independent sister, was a listener,
Very quiet in her observations, but strident in her judgement,
She didn't know why Yasmine didn’t want to be a dancer,
She constantly gossiped about it when Yasmine was absent.
Ahmed, the man of the moment, the one they all look up to,
Wondered why she hesitated and didn't rise from her seat.
He humiliated her by calling her an “empty shoe”.
Her loving family thought Yasmine might have mis-shapened feet.
The ladies of the dull mirror with their butterfly ideas,
None of them knew why she didn't want to even learn to dance,
Or the angel man on the pedestal who she loved for years,
He didn't know why she would sit back and didn’t take a chance.
The lone, ghostly spirits that peacefully float through skies of blue,
The invisible ones that caused her contented smile, they knew.
There is eternal joy in hiding from the oppressive blue.
Categories:
yasmine, 10th grade,
Form: ABC
In my soul I belong somewhere...
I don't know where I belong to.
Maybe somewhere to the distand land
where cacofony of voices
sounds at market place.
Where air is full of scent of thyme,
sandalwood and yasmine.
where the Moonlight
shimmers on the sand
when warm blood of setting sun
soaks into the night.
and Wood is cracking in campfire
while the flames dance
with sworm of sparks
where A storyteller
spells the otherworlds
accompaniend with the voice of the drum
The Sea sounds with eternal song
Under the starlight
the desert rose grows.
There I belong .
But now am homesick, yet at home
dinning with family, yet alone.
Categories:
yasmine, home,
Form: Free verse