CORRECTION "LAS ANOD" IS NOT PART OF SOMALILAND This Message is Not To offend anyone or open for a political dispute just making a correction on the map you supplied

This is for all the people who have trouble just being who they are. Why do people think so negatively what is it about themselves that they can't see Why can't people be happy with themselves why do they suffer in their own distorted hells Can't they look at themselves and say I am beautiful why do they have to pay society's heavy toll Why is it that they can't say what am I to do on such a glorious day Do people really hurt them so much that every word can be a painful punch Would this hurt leave black and blue bruises on their face would blood be all that they can taste Or have they just lost all hope in their lives the hope was cut away by their own tainted knives Can it be that they don't see the good in living although it could be like a quarrel with a sibling Sometimes a day goes by just fine and with your memories you freeze it in time But sometimes a day can be just terrible almost to the point of unbearable You just have to see life for what it truely is it's kind of like living in a giant pop quiz Each day has its ups and downs but you might not always have the next day to turn it around So live each day like it's your last don't get caught on an error of the past Love yourself for who you are and you'll see everything more clearly by far

IM FLUENT IN: (ARABIC) (French) (ENGLISH) (SWAHILI) (DUTCH) OH YEAH AND SOMALI

A poem for us.... I file my nails, I sit down to pee. And I can justify any shopping spree. Don't go to a barber, but a beauty salon. I can get a massage without a hard-on. I can balance the checkbook, I can pump my own gas. I can talk to my friends about the size of my *** My beauty's a masterpiece, and yes, it takes long. At least I can admit, to others when I'm wrong. I don't drive in circles, at any cost. And I don't have a problem, admitting I'm lost. I never forget, an important date. You just gotta deal with it, I'm usually late. I don't watch movies, with lots of gore. Don't need instant replay, to remember the score. I won't lose my hair, I don't get jock itch. and cause I'm assertive don't call me a b!tch Don't say to your friends, Oh yeah, I can get her. In your dreams, my dear, I can do better! Flowers are okay, But jewelry's best. Look at me you ***** ... Not at my chest???? I don't have a problem, With Expressing my feelings. I know when you're lying, You look at the ceiling.

Soccer Blonde A blonde began a job as an elementary school counselor and she was eager to help. One day during recess she noticed a girl standing by herself on one side of a playing field while the rest of the kids enjoyed a game of soccer at the other. The blonde approached and asked if she was all right. The girl said she was. A little while later, however, Sandy noticed the girl was in the same spot, still by herself. Approaching again, Sandy offered, "Would you like me to be your friend?" The girl hesitated, then said, "Okay," looking at the woman suspiciously. Feeling she was making progress, the blonde then asked, "Why are you standing here all alone?" "Because," the little girl said with great exasperation, "I'm the goalie!"

A blonde, a brunette and a redhead are stuck on an island. One day, the three of them are walking along the beach and discover a magic lamp. They rub and rub, and sure enough, out pops a genie. The genie says, "Since I can only grant three wishes, you may each have one." The brunette says, "I've been stuck here for years. I miss my family, my husband, and my life. I just want to go home." POOF! The brunette gets her wish and she is returned to her family. Then, the red head says, "I've been stuck here for years as well. I miss my family, my husband, and my life. I wish I could go home too." POOF! The redhead gets her wish and she is returned to her family. The blonde starts crying uncontrollably. The genie asks, "My dear, what's the matter?" The blonde whimpers, "I wish my friends were still here."

A woman got on a bus holding a baby. The bus driver looked at the child and blurted out, "That`s the ugliest baby I've ever seen!" Infuriated, the woman slammed her fare into the fare box and took an aisle seat near the rear of the bus. The man seated next to her sensed that she was agitated and asked her what was wrong. "The bus driver insulted me," she fumed. The man sympathized and said, "Why, he shouldn't say things to insult passengers. He could be fired for that." "You're right," she said. "I think I'll go back up there and give him a piece of my mind!" "That's a good idea," the man said. "Here, let me hold your monkey."

THE GREATEST GIFT Each one of us is special No matter who we are we may not stand out in a crowd or be a famous star. We may be young, we may be old, We may be rich we may be poor But we all have our niche in life of that you may be sure. Some are clever with there hands Creating works of art, others make sweet music Which flows freely from the heart. Perhaps some feel their usefulness has hit the old brick wall, But the quality to listen Is the greatest gift of all Jm Martin

THIS IS A POEM ABOUT THE FRIENDSHIP PPL CAN GET FROM OTHERS THROUGH A COMPUTER What You Mean To Me by NAZIA I never came here looking for a single soul. But now that I found you I want you to know I had forgotten how to smile, how to laugh, how to be me I had forgotten the sweet pleasure of a heart filled with glee. I was intoxicated with life... work and family Never stopping for fun... it just wasn't there you see. Since I have found you... it's been a complete turn around I smile and laugh again... not much gets me down. I get excited when I see you on ICQ Wondering what it is today we will do... Chatting, laughing and the games we play You make my every day. It seems so silly on just a machine How someone can reach you... become your everything.

ASALAMU CALEYKUM FELLOW NOMADS. I JUST WANTED TO EXPRESS MY FEELINGS ABOUT GUN CRIMES IN SOCIETY TODAY. i WAS BROWSING THE NET WHEN I CAME ACROSS AN ARTICLE ABOUT GUN SHOTS HEARD IN A SOMALI RAVE IN LONDON. AND I WAS DEEPLY SHOCKED BY THIS AS i HAVE LOST ALOT OF FAMILY MEMBERS IN SOMALIA WHO HAVE BEEN SHOT DOWN. AND NOW SOMALIANS ARE TAKING THEIR GUNS WITH THEM TO THE WESTERN WORLD WHERE WE ALL SEEKED REFUGE. I HAVE A POEM ABOUT IT. Nice warm summer days, filled with laughter and childish ways. Life as we know it is sweet, with the play of children at our feet. As the day goes and night nears, we are forced again to put on our fears. Streets where children once were found, are now but an evening battleground. Into houses stray bullets fly, where families cry and watch loved ones die. As day approaches and night ends, the streets are filled again with one less friend

Hear about the blonde that got an AM radio? It took her a month to realize she could play it at night. - What did the blonde say when she saw the sign in front of the YMCA? "Look! they spelled MACY'S wrong. - How do you make a blonde laugh on Saturday? Tell her a joke on Wednesday. - What do you call a brunette standing between two blondes? An interpreter - How can you tell when a blonde has been using your computer? There will be whiteout on the screen. - A blonde was complaining to her friend about constantly being called a dumb blonde. Her friend tells her "go do something to prove them wrong! Why don't you learn all the state capitals or something?" The blonde thinks this is a great idea, and locks herself up for two weeks studying. The next party she goes to, some guy is making dumb blonde comments to her. She gets all indignant and claims, "I'm NOT a dumb blonde. In fact, I can name ALL the state capitals!" The guy doesn't believe her, so she dares him to test her. He says "Okay, what's the Capital of Montana?" The blonde tosses her hair in triumph and says, "That's easy! It's M!". - There was a blonde and a brunette in an elevator one day, and all of sudden they both noticed that a really hot guy just entered the elevator. But as they both looked at the back of his head, they noticed that he had dandruff. So right after he left the elevator, the brunette turns to the blonde and says jokingly, "That guy needs Head & Shoulders!" and the blonde replys by saying "How do you give shoulders?"!!.

He asked me out on our first date The excitement was intense As we faced each other in the car He seemed a little tense. I think I made him nervous He had a silly grin His leg was shaking just a bit I got beneath his skin. I couldn't see why he would be So anxious with me there I sidled up against him And fondled with his hair. His breathing it was shallow Some sweat dripped from his brow My hand ran up his leg a little I think I heard him growl. It was so good to see him I thought he would be too But his pulse it was a racin' I think he's got the flu! I put my arms around him And pressed myself up close Just to give him comfort But he's almost comatose! His breathing's coming heavy I'd better call the doc When I massaged both his shoulders His heart it nearly stopped. I kissed him on the cheek And told him he'd be fine I pressed his head against my breast His knees did double time. It didn't matter what I did To try to make him better I stroked, I kissed, I fondled He just got hotter and hotter. Well as I tended for him And tried to quell his fire The doc said not to worry It's a thing that's called desire.

A man is almost about to die As he lay on his deathbed, the man confided to his wife, "I cannot die without telling you the truth. I cheated on you throughout our whole marriage. All those nights when I told you I was working late, I was with other women. And not just one woman either, but I've slept with dozens of them." His wife looked at him calmly and said, "Why do you think I gave you the poison?"

We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens We all have to wonder, what this possibly means. With our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze Looking for something or someone, as we sit in a daze. We chat with each other, we type all our woes Small groups we do form, and gang up on our foes. We wait for somebody, to type out our name We want recognition, but it is always the same. We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt In PMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt. We do form friendships - but - why we don't know But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow. Why is it on screen, we can be so bold Telling our secrets, that have never been told. Why is it we share, the thoughts in our mind With those we can't see, as though we were blind. The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell. We all have our problems, and need someone to tell. We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must So we turn to the 'puter, and to those we can trust. Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains They are Friends Without Faces, and odd little names. faces"

A white man, a black man and an Arab were standing around bragging about the size of their families. The white man boasted, "I have 4 boys and my wife is expecting another. Five boys... I will have a basketball team!" The black man, not to be outdone, said, "That's nothing! I have 10 boys now, and my wife is pregnant with another son -- that will make 11... I will have a football team!!" The Arab, looked at both of them and screamed out, "You both should be ashamed of yourselves! I have 17 wives... One more and I will have a golf course!!!"