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Biology

Biology! Biology! How many times have I called you?
You frighten me every time I hear your name,
Because I can’t withstand your lies and pain you cause me,
You lack conscience since you introduced unknown world to me,
You gave heartburns and caused veins to deflate in me,
Biology! Biology! Who invented you?		

Biology! Biology who told you to exist?
You only care about yourself and not anyone,
You talk of reproduction without caring for everyone,
You have no knowledge how loneliness pains me,
But you still insist two together increases happiness in me,
Biology! Biology! Was it important for you to exist?

Biology! Biology! I don’t know if you have sympathy,
You say I am black, he is white and the other is brownly,
You confuse me since grade 8 with your genetic narratives,
Feeding on my curiosity with blood circulation stories,
But you still insist our blood is reddish although different skins,
Biology! Biology! You should show some empathy.

Biology! Biology! Stop telling me about mitosis and meiosis,
Stop forcing me to cram the interphase and metaphase stages,
Stop creating new viruses, bacteria, fungi, and parasites,
Stop inducing fear in people with health issues and diseases,
Stop talking about centrosomes, chromosomes, cytoplasm, and spindles,
Biology! Biology! Those terms swing in my head and bloat my nerves.

Biology! Biology! I am not done with you but will be back,
To tell you the truth about me since you care about chromatins,
We shall chat about those coils, tight and tense kinetochores,
Get the facts about nuclear membranes and magical sporophytes,
The why(s) of evolution, nomenclature, mammals, birds, and fishes,
The magnificent zygomatic arch, plasma cortisol, and catecholamines,
Because unlike you Biology I care about sperms, ova, and human being’s hormones.

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Goodbye My Friend Till We Meet Again

In the school, we played together.
The celebration of life we lived together. 
All the years yearning for a better life.
You were the true treasure of our life.
That we will never take it for a ride.
Goodbye, our dear friend. 

Though the magical hand of God came early,
But we always loved you dearly.
It broke our hearts to lose you.
Forever shall we miss that part of you,
And sing how graceful you were. 
Goodbye, our dear friend. 

Your love and compassion is still our guide.
Your world is as tall as your soul is wide.
Wherever you wonder, you will find us there,
In our heart, you remain the rose,
So, shall we keep our prayers in your absence. 
Goodbye, our dear friend.

I wish I had a book of life in my hands. 
I wish I could give you more years.
I wish I could erase all our tears.
I wish I could whisper to you in your ears,
And tell you how kind you were.
Goodbye, our dear friend. 

You left us in a sorry and emotional state.
We are wounded our dear friend.
We know it wasn’t your time.
We know you hadn’t finished the race, 
But we shall always treasure you.
Goodbye, our dear friend. 

We know we’ll never see you again,
But we shall rejoice in memories you gave us,
Through all the years you walked with us,
The pain and tears you took from us,
We shall always remember you as one of us.
Till we meet again in the serenity of our Lord. 
Goodbye, our dear friend.

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Ytb

Ytb! Ytb! You understand we had a contract?
But what happened ytb?
You were such a savior to many,
A dream come true for many,
Why did you abandon us ytb? 

We came to Turkey you were nowhere to be seen,
We thought you were busy but you are never free,
We looked for dormitories on our own,
Although you had promised to help,
The journey was like Winterfell at kings landing. 

In the dorm, we meet angry and furious face,
You could think they were chasing dragons mother,
They gave us tea without sugar, cheese without bread,
We complained in murmuring voices like ants,
But they said “burasi turkiye”. 

Ytb! Ytb! Why did you tell us before?
We went to the streets and avenues for fresh air,
But we meet, green, blue, red and brown eyes examiners,
Didn’t they ask how are u? No! No! they just asked,
Musluman misin? Nerelisin, turkiye neden geldi?
Of course, we didn’t have answers to that. 

Ytb! Ytb! Our only pride was being at Tophane,
Where we meet a lovely lady called Gözde,
She was the only queen of the throne in our hearts, 
She gave us hope, listening to us like john snows,
But we still waited to hear from you ytb.

The worst wasn’t over as soon as we left Tophane,
Be it in bus, train, or “vapur” we survived through suspicions,
Turkish men looked at us as if we were competitors in their small ecosystems,
They maneuvered like the Shannara chronicles with prying eyes,
Closing the gaps of their fangs as leopard crushing Zebras bones.

Ytb! Ytb! Did you know that the dorms we are leaving 4,5,6?
The smell, snoring and farting atmosphere creates ozone layers?
The “yurt mudurlar” are always praising how they offer world-class services?
Ytb! Ytb! What went wrong with “world-class experience” promises you gave us?
Anyway, we are still waiting for you our dear friends Ytb.

As I wrap up ytb, Istanbul is the best place to have your offices, 
To help and motivate the “çocuklar” in our universities,
Don’t deny them Erasmus because Turkey is home to them,
And they want to visit abroad also,
Ytb! Ytb! Hope we understood each other.

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Inflation

Ytb! Ytb! 
We are here again 
The sokaklar are not safe anymore
The pride in us is slowly disappearing out there
Ytb ytb, have you heard about inflation? 

Lütfen explain to us ytb
The prices are no match out here
The lira is sequencing like polymerase chain
The cost of all kinds of stuff is reaching its peak
Happening like a lightning streak

Ytb nasil yapacagiz bilmiyoruz
The dollar blow is like an impregnable strike
The pockets are drying up faster than unexpected
The Alisveris Merkez is no longer our commonplace
Ytb, things are changing before our eyes

The math is challenging out here
Simit is now 3tl, çay is no longer our morning ilaç
The kebap is no longer affordable
Ytb! That çorba is now 10tl
The buck in 2016 is now worth 7 lira
How you did it haberim yok
But we think its kind of shifty ytb

I hear the sokaklar are tense with dollars
The Reis believe the opposite of textbook notes is true
Merak etmeyin he says
But you know ytb, we are not Rumplestiltskin
Maybe you should ask Captain Hook how he did it

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Love and Hate

Love or hate is a priceless thing,
It cannot be bought.
Yet, humans choose to hate or love you,
Because you lack melanin, or poor,
Or richer, or educated, or black, or white.

A human can choose to hate or love for no reason,
May hate you for being moral or love you for wrong reasons,
People may hate or love you because “they just feel it”
Others may do it because you are principled, or dishonest.
Others may like your songs, but still hates you,
Or hate you for loving what they hate.

The measure of love or hate can never be weighed.
Though, hate, unlike love, eats away the core of the soul.
Unlike love, the hater gets devoured daily,
Yet, still wonder why people choose hate over love?

Love is trust, self-worth and confidence,
Love comes to those who accept who they are,
Love emerges from those who perceive others as friends and not threats,
And love develops to generosity, caring and honesty. 

Hate is feeling of imagined threat,
Non-existent fear that manifests in ones’ heart.
Hate devours the hater and leads to aggressiveness.
Hate leads to character assassination,
Or unworthiness and self-victimization,
And leave the hater blaming others for his/her own fault.

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Kenya Kenya

Behold our beautiful flag,
The symbol of our patriotism,
The pride of blackness of Kenyans,
The redness of blood for independence,
The green highlands we cherish,
The whiteness of our peace and love 
With the shields and arrows to defend 
The fabric and kenyanism in us. 

Let Kenya be great again,
Let it be the dreams the dreamers dreamed..
Let it be the strongest wonder of love and hope,
The paradise of all kings,
The land of liberty,
The land where our cultures prosper,
And the land free from terror and grieve. 

Oh, Kenya! Kenya! 
Let Kenya be Kenyan again,
The land of where patriots are free,
The land where equality is cherished,
The land where we mumble in light,
The land free of racism and abuse,
The land that respects human rights,
And the land of opportunity to all.

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Poverty Taxes

In Kenya, they are called value-added taxes, “yani VAT”.
They change and increase every year
And are placed on everything under the sun.
The prices increase daily, 
But they say it would lead to everyone paying their fair share of tax. 

They are better referred to as poverty taxes,
Because they punish the poor to become the poorest,
They entrench selfishness among the neighbours and friends,
They take away the only saving of the poor in the society,
and one wonders why the poor remain the poorest. 

The tax takes the homes, 
The mortgages become unaffordable, 
The rent skyrockets in Nairobi, Kisumu and Mombasa,
While the gas prices become unbearable.
The cars and bus rides become a luxury,
and our lunches are taken from our mouths. 

The tax man is always on the door, 
You wonder if you are under some emergency evacuation.
Taxman takes every percentage of your hospital bill,
Or school fee, or your child’s pocket money, or church tithe offerings,
Until there is nothing positive to take away. 

Worst of it, the bills and penalties are always in your postal mail.
The services offered at government offices are poor. 
The civil servants are rude to the core like vampires.
The infrastructure development is wanting, 
The electricity blackouts in rural areas are frequent,
Education facilities not well equipped,
Health facilities are rotting from inadequate funding,
and any innovation is suspiciously viewed as a threat. 

The tax man never explains where is the tax,
Nor what development activities were completed. 
The poor’s voice can’t be heard yet everything is taxed.
The poor continue to be taxed to poverty,
While the tax man feeds the corrupt all the taxes.

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Valentine

Valentine! Valentine!
Love can be sweet with intense passionate kisses,
Love can be colourful like colour of strawberries,
Love can be blue like the sky above you valentine,
Love can be yellow and warm like the morning sunrise,
Love can be peaceful like the serene of your heartbeats,
Or like the whispering of trusting words to our souls. 

Valentine! Valentine!
So many years of loving you,
So many things I have done for you,
Still, I couldn’t find the reason to tell you,
Why the hell I haven’t bought the ring for you.

Valentine! Valentine!
You are my rose and I am your shining sun,
You are the colour of my rainbow when it rains,
You are the driver of my orbit in the shining moonlight,
And the light that photosynthesis my loving starlight,

Valentine! Valentine! 
Be my world and let me be your moon,
Be my protector and let me your torch in the gloom,
Be my soul and let our bodies dance in devotion,
Be my queen and let me be your throne in your kingdom.

Valentine! Valentine!
You are the lonely island in my ocean,
The caring shoe in my closet,
The tidal of waves in my beautiful heart,
The gentle lands of our children,
The constant companion in my life,
The oxygen of my breath,
The slayer of my weakness,
The peaceful dreams in my life,
The raindrops in my dinner dresses,
The sunshine on my face,
The snow in my Winterfell,
And the magic of OUR TRUE LOVE. 
I WILL CHERISH, LOVE, CARE AND MAKE YOU HAPPY FOREVER MY VALENTINE!!!!!!!!!!!!

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War

War! War! You came between us,
Destroyed the only love we treasured,
Firepower of our love so sacred,
The dreams and visions we dreamt,
The colorful wedding, we dreamt,
War! War! who sent you to us?

I am left weeping as he’s far in the unknown world,
Thousand miles testing his brevity in enemy’s land
World of the games and thrones of hungry lions,
The wisdom slowly departing from my aching heart,
Hope not sustainable as news of combat tear me apart,
War! War! Who sent you to us?

The danger of the war he knows it well, 
His spirit to defend his motherland unquestionable,
Our love burns as my throat swell for my Love,
The night and morning are same to me lonely in bed,
Because the expected news is not on probability scale,
War! War! Who sent you to us?

Soldier, you are strong as rocks,
Be brave and true is your mission,
Afraid of nothing, not even death itself,
Spirit kept a life as I wait your return,
The hardest ever in my lifetime,
War! War! Who sent you to us?

But our love will triumph war that I know,
My gorgeous handsome soldier, 
The brim of tears will be washed again,
As I look into your tender eyes,
With you in my arms where you belong,
The joy of reunion ignited the blood in my veins,
That is and will always be my battle plan. 

(This poem dedicated to my Uncle’s wife who was waiting for her husband while in war zone Somalia during “Operation Linda Nchi” by the Kenyan soldiers)

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One More Day

It's that light in your eye.
The little smile on your face.
That keeps me alive,
And it reassures me of a good day.

It's those memories of you and me.
That makes any wrongs turn the sky to blue,
Rain showers into a beautiful rainbow,
And lengthen my happiness one more day. 

As I get lost in my dreams.
Your image flashes every time I close my eyes.
Hard to imagine what the future holds.
Wishing for a bright day, one with you.

So, I open my arms as I doze off.
Wishing u grab onto them.
And sail with me, eyes focused and hoping,
For your love just one more day.