Torch

Although you think you are worthless, weak, unattractive, a bump on a log; chances are, you’re probably not.

You’ve traveled through muddy waters, into pure seas cleansed by crystals.

A hard life raised upon, never forgotten, shaped you forever, so you doubt yourself, and accept others tormenting opinions about yourself, unable to notice the good!

Skin as dark as night, stomach showing proof of multiple lives that’s moved through it, butt as flat as perfect ground.

You feel like a failed wife, insufficient. Able to maintain the children, but fail to maintain His happiness. And so he plans to move on.

Regardless of your tears, your fears, feeling like a waste of his years, he remains strong and steadfast on what He. . . believe is right!

But remember you have little ones. Who will love you forever. Who will look up to you forever. Who will remember you forever. You can be their light to the straight path with God’s blessing.

They, will pray for you once you reach your grave. So be good to them. Strong for them. Hold them. Let them see that you. . . CAN! And that you. . . WILL! Survive this thing call replacement.

Teach your son to never break his wife’s heart for woman was made from a part of the man’s rib. He mends her! Love her. All of her. She is a reflection of. . . Him!

Teach your daughters to be strong in knowing and demanding their rights as beautiful women of Islam. To NEVER, settle for less or THINK, they have to!

Teach all of them to attain knowledge to its fullest. Act upon it! To walk with both feet on the ground, relying on God. To never forget their purpose in this life. To know that there is life after it! Strive for it!

See! You are not. . . worthless. . . weak. . . unattractive. . . a bump, on a log. You are a believer, with a purpose. So stand. Head held high. Shoulders aligned. Carry the torch. You have a pact to lead. God will give you the strength!

Waiting

You notice

this new profound him.

So eager to love.

So poised with caring words.

He wants your time.

Seems as if he craves it.

Your mind questions constantly.

Where has it come from?

Where was it all along?

How long does it intend on staying?

His idea?

Or the idea of someone else’s?

You feel confused.

Even weird at times.

You don’t know rather to melt

or proceed with caution.

Whats the catch,

the end game?

Are you being sweetened up

to be soured down?

You wonder

has he really realized your worth…

the dominance of the history…

your commitment…

your loyalty…

your strength to recognize

that you deserve the best

nothing less.

And so you wait.

You enjoy this new profound him

but you wait.

And you wait.

You are just waiting.

Roller Coaster Love

Rising to the stars
Fire deep within
Grasping the light
Holding firm in the wind
Tumbling with thoughts
Seconds of loneliness
Wavering chills
Loosing consciousness
Roses on Monday
The lake on Tuesday
Confusion on Wednesday
Sleep Thursday to Sunday
Remembering the good
Embracing the moment
Remembering the past
Of the other woman
Reading through old letters
Smiling over the beginning
Packing up useless things
Accepting possible endings
Realizing change ahead
All for the best
Goodbye kisses for the day
Love is the greatest test

Paths

Paths

In loving memory of Kenzie

You don’t get to judge others who are different from you.

Those who have different beliefs

living according to their decision.

If they are not harming you or others,

it is their choice to move across the Earth

to the beat of their own drum.

It is not your place to scold them,

to degrade them, or make them feel inferior.

It is not your place to shun them,

to make them think Allah created them dirty.

We all have a place to be merciful.

To be kind. To be just!

Though you may not support ones path,

they have the right to follow it

in peace. 

 

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Happy with Caution

When the days seem sunny

you smile with whispers

Whispers hitting you

at all angles

Warning you

to proceed with caution

You’ve been here before

Smiling on sunny days

balancing on clouds

You’ve been here before

Embracing the moment

naïve to the shield of deception

So this time

this time while you are smiling

on sunny days, balancing

on clouds, you’ve been here

before, and so

you proceed with caution

and a plan

that lies in your breast

only known to Allah

Recited to your heart

during the last third of the night

Every night

Keep smiling

on those sunny days

balancing on clouds

and if

and when

that shield of deception falls once more

the clouds will shield your heart

and balance your plan

The Heart

You may color her heart

with every color imagined

It will never cover the pain you caused

Her heart, it may forgive you

but there’s a dark spot deep

within, created with your name on it

You could’ve saved it from drowning

fed it your last meal

It will never see you the same

It will only see your potential

to betray at any cost

To betray despite the possible lost

Forgotten

As soon as the opportunity arise
he will become another son
forgotten.
Left to find ways to become a man on his own
just because the man who planted him
chose to impress the “new family”.
Dedicating all his precious time
to prove that he could handle more
than one family.
To prove that he could handle
being a father figure
to a village of fatherless boys.

Forgetting
that his precious time is also due
to the seed who endured hard times
before the man who planted him
became recognized by the world
and stable.

But of course
with new found stability
comes new pu$$y
and well
if it offers the male who planted him
a life of bliss. . .excitement
treating him like a king on the level of God
well then
without a doubt he will leave.
He will leave everything
emotionally
mentally
physically.

Forgetting
about the seed he planted
who will himself will grow
to plant more seeds.
Then the mother of the seed he planted
will pray until her death
that her son breaks the cycle
taking a merciful lead.

Regret

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Years of lust
Has caused you a lifetime of regret

Regret,
of abandoning the one
who held your heart
and embraced your soul
through 7 dark years

Regret,
for not understanding
that this world is full of unwarranted test
and desperate women striving
to remove a Queen’s crown

Regret,
for being the sole reason
why she thought she could

Regret,
for thinking you were her only one
Such a little fool

Regret,
because she was suppose to be your #2
but you were her #2 all along

Regret,
for paving a deceptive path
Please add it your long list of skills

Regret,
for really thinking
that you could desert
the human seeds you planted
and start a flourishing garden
with a dried fig

Regret,
for trying to use your grandmother’s advice
“Just start a new family, baby”
against the family that made you, You.

I’ve Missed You

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Where did you go?
I’ve missed you.
A decade is a long time
to go missing my dear.
For years I never even wondered
where you disappeared to.
Too busy keeping other people happy.
Or so I thought.

I’ve missed you.
Your beautiful character
The gleaming smile
Those almond eyes full of wonder
Where did you go?
Where were you?

I’ve missed you.
How you could wear anything
and make it look good.
Remember you tore off the bottom of a shirt into shreds?
Attached it to those beige strapless heels.
Used it as a leg lace.
It seemed as though everywhere you turned
eyes of strangers were fixated on your creativity
I’ve missed that.

I’ve missed you.
Have you arrived for good?
Why did it take years of my collapse
for you to reappear?
Are you here to help?
Are you here to remind me of who I use to be?
Who I still am?
Are you here to help me release the shield
of continuously making others happy
only to fall asleep drowning in my tears?

Where did you go?
Stay!
I’ve missed you.

It Was All A Dream Part 1

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I am Sameed, a Black Muslim convert. I’m married to 1 wife with 8 children. 7 of my children are by my wife, Aminah. I met my wife while working at a trade firm. Back then, her name was Carla. I was a new Muslim. She was Christian. She was beautiful. Young! Beautifully young. 12 years younger than me. Her skin was like smooth sweet chocolate. Her work area was right next to mines. I remember how I was so infatuated with her slim body that I would deliberately get up to get coffee just to walk pass her.

I started talking to a close friend of mine about her. I really wanted to engage conversations with her. I was very interested in her. However, I was married. To a Christian. I desired a Muslim wife, but I hadn’t found any Black Muslim women of interest, and I didn’t think it was even possible or an option to seek interest in a Muslim woman who wasn’t Black. I don’t know. Low-self-esteem maybe.

Carla, now Aminah, my wife of 15 years, was determined. I didn’t even have to start a conversation with her. While sitting at my desk, I received a same time message on my computer. It was from her. I was in shock. Blushing, but in mad shock. What could she want with me? She wanted a lot! She wanted me. Our instant messages became more and more serious by the day. We were writing each other poems, saying sweet things to each other, wishing upon stars…so to speak. It happened so quickly. Then finally after about a week or so, we went out for lunch. I remember that day so clear. We went to a pizza shop. I ordered a pizza without swine. She gave me a confused look, and then she ordered the same.

We sat on a brown metallic engraved bench nearby: To Marcy Flinch. May she ride the sun forever! It was so beautiful out. The sun beamed on Carla’s smooth skin as she smiled asking me every question about my life like we were at a dating meet and greet convention. It was cool though! I didn’t lie about anything. My wife, my 1 kid conceived by a crazed broad. She still seemed interested in me. Then, she asked me . . . about the cheese pizza. “You don’t eat pepperoni”, she asked. I told her absolutely no. I told her I was Muslim. The warm breeze seemed to stand still for a split second before she said, “Really”, with curiosity.

From then on out it was pure bliss. I didn’t know how I would discuss her with my wife. . . . I wasn’t going to discuss her with my wife. My then Christian wife would’ve never understood me taking on another wife. Never! Carla was asking me questions about Islam on a daily. Our conversations were becoming something I hadn’t imagined it would. Every day it seemed as if I was getting closer and closer to my ultimate goal: Marrying a Muslim woman.

I reached that goal. Carla became Muslim. Aminah became my everything! That was 15 years ago. The time has gone away so quick, and so has my interest in her.