In her Somali tongue
She is overheard reciting
a wedlock prayer at dawn, where
scripted verses, testify
for this unwed
Soul to taste protection
Love and all the things
That comes with a ring
On her vein and She longed
for a praised amen!
So for once in all those
trailed years, I raise both of my
Hands, sketched to my chest
As my heart beats with
Amen Amen Amen


About Samra

Poet and fundraiser for humanitarian causes. Lives in London
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