Sunday, May 9, 2010

"Watching a Movie" by Fatuma Hydara (A Prose Piece)

Hey, this is something I wrote about a month ago and forgot to post. Totally random thing, but I kinda like it! Anyway here it is!

It’s dark.
 I’m alone, or more precisely I’ve stopped noticing those around me.
 I’m sitting on the edge of my seat…
 unable to breathe,
 not willing to blink,
 eyes riveted to the big screen in front of me.
‘Oh Shit’, the breathless scream echoes loudly inside my head, as my fingers grip the armrest tightly, tight enough for my knuckles to slowly lose their color.
The suspense, the not-knowing…
 My heart is speeding up, faster and faster. I gasp, as the figure on the screen narrowly misses a knife wound.
 I keep starring, waiting for it to end,
‘Johnny Depp, you can’t die on me yet. There are other movies for you to star in!’ I close my eyes briefly, taking in a sharp breath, as the knife finally meets its intended target. I hesitantly open them again just in time to catch the flurry of action that ends with Johnny’s character as victor.

 I relax, blood pressure slowly lowers and smile. ‘What a great movie’.

The Caged Animal by Fatuma Hydara (ME, DUH!!!

A/N- I've been writing a bit of poetry lately..It's not usually my thing, so I don't know where this inspiration-if you can call it that-is coming from. Anyway, take a look at it and see what you think.

I know why the caged animal screams,
a roar of frightful pain,
having just woken up from a dream of free,
just to see his trapped reality.

I know why the caged animal cries,
a wail of aching sorrow,
having just reminisced of a past of uninhibitation.

I know why the caged animal shrieks,
a howl of nostalgic agony,
of a previous life in a wild open plain.

I know why the caged animal bellows,
in tortured anger,
for things done against his will.

I know why the caged animal screams, but do you?
He cries and shrieks and bellows,
because he is no longer free, and may never be.