I Fell In Love...

‘…I've fallen in love with a Farax more than twice

all he wants is a Xalimo to cook him Baasto and rice

and then he asks me if he can have four wives

I looked at him and brought out the knife

He looked scared and said you wouldn't dare

I replied: Do you think I care?

I stabbed him ten times right through the heart

The same amount of times he broke my heart

Then in a flash I woke up

and I was sitting on my Farax’s lap

I asked him: do you love me?

He said: Naaya shut up and bring me more tea

A tear dropped from my cheek

He looked at me and said lick my feet

I believe the Khat made him high

The last thing I said to him was goodbye

I took my shit and left the same night

I used to only have eyes for Somali guys
but now my Mr Right

Can be Black, Asian or White…’

By Anonymous