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Mothers of the Oppressed (A poem for the oppressed mothers of our Ummah)

I really can’t get you out of my thoughtsThough I may have never met youI may have never seen your face beforeBut still trust me that I will not forget you (more…)

New Poem entitled: First Time by myself. #poem #poetry #romance

I wish I’d never told you how beautiful you are None of the hundreds of times that I’ve told you that line The hundred times I felt that you didn’t realise how true it was A hundred times I wish I could tell you for the first time How that your hair is so black, so wild and so perfect That I’d never told you how much that I love your smile Or how your eyes are the most beautiful thing that…

Everywhere I go the people are miserable, It’s like this society has lost everything spiritual, We are brainwashed to believe what success is, We must follow their ideals on how to be respected.

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In A New Light…

A while back I noticed a mother and her little girl walking in the park. Actually, the mother was walking, and the little girl was bouncing. She had a pair of sunglasses on, they were pink and glittery. As she bounced along, she kept taking the glasses off and on. She was laughing to herself and I heard her mother ask her why. ‘The world looks different when I look through my pink glasses,’ she…

“It’s a Living, you’re a fool to throw it away.”

    A County that some have heard of, and others only know of as somewhere above San Francisco, views on Humbodlt County are somewhat divided, from dirt roads, to water rights and civil liberties and farming. Is it norml, America’s outlaw crop. A reinvention of cannabis, years before Colorado. A place of red tails and grow lights and agate. Where Von Humboldt never visited but ‘his’ cut was used…

  “This shit will fuckin’ kill yah” Did I tell ya, I love yah Swing over whenever No I’ll meet you there, Never mind Go easy on it This white will help You’re looking a little off color Keep your arms covered Listen to me I’ve been there The bends are thru Take this, Take this, Listen, are you there You’re                   Nodding                                               Hey   Wake  …

Happy. Remember when?   Seems I’m just beyond my grip, Life give me a break. Footballs and smarties Pain, skin crawling, fucked scabby hurt; You’re always there. Answers were once on papers, Text that I could decipher, I see labels, warnings Cancers & disease– Hoarse throat & sloth liver Worrisome blues.   It all began with one tiny pity pill Follow by four fun loving more. . .   Germantown brown…