sallam yassin

(05/06/1968 / Hargeisa, Somaliland)

My family(concept of art)


My family my tree
Deep rooted in my heritage
My family my tree
Who I'm the fruit of her
My family fair sky
Where my sun always shine
My family there are my roots
Where I got MIne and me
My family is my word
My family is my blood
My family is my fine touch
My family
is big heart
Who love with no hurt
My family is my love
for that love I love
And I hate
What I hate so
My family is my moral code
MY culture
And my bank acount
Never been out of cash
My family is my fortress
And my fortune
My family is not
fall out of fashion
My family face
is always fancy
My family is what
You never know
me with out
MY color
My conscious
And my concept of art

Submitted: Monday, August 20, 2012
Edited: Sunday, March 03, 2013

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