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Short Story Poem

Guess What?

So I gave an anonymous group session today,
I interviewed four people who had alot to say,
Person "A" is a female thats in her late teens,
She likes to shop and get treated like a queen,

Not Allah's Wife

I am not Allah's wife I am his daughter,
As Thy Prophet Muhammad was reborn,
An I saw his life thru my eyes, an my life thru his eyes,
Was total spiritual Connection like i never felt before.

Dear to Anyone Who Cares

I dont care about what you said and what happened in the past.

Being called back

Being Called Back to Catholic/Christian Faith,
Although Muslim I am, the Gold Star is calling me back,
As was explained to me.

As it is my destiny although Bablyon is gone now,

Boxcar meltin' noise

the box car is full of noise
white and black owls hoo-ing in the night
midnight almost here,
Dice bein' slammed
Fifteen! Fifteen!
College yuppies talkin' loud,
too loud for my ears

Anticipation

Mood: Relaxed
Music: "He Loves Me" Jill Scott

"You love me...especially different...every....time..you keep me...on my feet..happily...excited...."

As The Mind Ponders

As the mind ponders
I begin to wonder
Where are the people to comfort me
When I feel like I'm in this world alone
By myself
I cry for help

As the mind ponders
I begin to wonder

Like a frog upon a post

A frog set upon a post, a fence post that is,
over looking a pond, a fish pond you see.
What a mighty pool indeed, that frog on a post says.
There could be no other place i could be free.

Some Poor Child

i can hear it far off in the distant night
the loud and sobering cry's of some poor child
the sounds now express his never ending fright
what could have gotten his guardian so dam riled

the story of Lobo and The Currumpaw wars

There once was a show down
But nowhere near a town,
Nor between to equal men
But one man against out-laws in a den.

One was the King of the currumpaw
Lobo was his name,

The 44th President

The 44th President “one who is blessed” in Swahili,
Happens to love his wife’s Shrimp Linguini.
His desk, in the senate office once belonged to Robert Kennedy!

SCARRED FOR LIFE!

He touched me there,
And nobody cared,
I screamed and cried,
He laughed and lied,
Right on top of me,
And covered my face so I couldn't see,
The way he enjoyed my innocence he took,

Through The Doors

As I walk past the people
I see plenty variations
Of sad faces
Crowd of depression
Is it because it's a recession
Dad can't buy his kids presents
The kids think his love have lessened

Incoming Call

I ask her to call me tonight
She said she would
So I'm sitting here waiting
Laying on this wet pavement
Trying to relax and be patient

I stand straight as I leave the wall

Fatherless

What would you do? what do you say? when that time comes, when your child(ren) ask about their biological father. hoping that They dont might even feel Was I not adorable enough?