Shoo’s Poetry Slam

My Arabian Nose

A Poem by Shereen Abdul-Baki

My Arabian Nose
Knows where I goes
It sniffs out life
and stinky toes.
It loves Mana’eesh
and all stuffed dishes
and although it can’t grant any wishes-
It makes me, me.
It’s who I am.
And it will grow
for the rest of my Days.

Japanese Lunch Every Day

A Poem by Shereen Abdul-Baki

If I could choose my lunch I'd say:
Japanese Lunch every day.
It seems a funny thing to say, 
Japanese Lunch every day.
People keep me well at bay
when I pack my snazzy bento away
they say, “She's not from there, Anyway!’
But I don't care,
I toss my hair,
without this lunch
I may despair
and its my choice!
its only fair, 
my
Japanese lunch every day.

The Itch

A Poem by Shereen Abdul-Baki

Itch itch itch
My eyes they make me twitch
I long for some piece of mind
But instead I’m stuck in a stitch.

Scratch scratch scratch
I wish that I had an eye patch
At least I may find some relief
From this itching I cannot detach.

Pray pray pray
I pray that this itch goes away!
At night I lay there in bed
Many thoughts going round in my head
I wish things were different instead
My mind only runs back to dread

There I lay
As I stay
And I pray
That one day
This problem I’m able to shed.

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