Urban Poem

I cannot choose,
Being wife to one,
Mother to other,
I cannot choose.

Allah is a good husband,
As Jesus is a good son.
Torn between two Qurans cannot choose,
For I love them both.

Judgeing only Muslims blocks God Almighty,
It need to say he Judges all,
Reason God Almighty upset hes suppose to Judge all.

But 2 Qurans block him,

Mecca not Holy if stoning done there,
Sacred places should be shared,
The world loves Beauty yet its hidden,
By laws that don't alow visitors,
From around the world,

2 Qurans face Hell,
I cannot save them all,
I am just one person the law they must change,
Or the gates later will open for them,
But wrong area, where fire breathes for those who have sinned.

I am the submitter to Almighty God,
Do not threaten thy family,
For they do not believe in me,
But Islam the religion knows me well.

As does the Catholic Church,

By Order of Almighty God,as I am his submitter,
2 Qurans without blemishes, have one flaw,
Where God Almighty Judges only them, not all.
If this doesnt change, he will show you pain.

Moses led the slaves out of Epgyt,
His God parted the water,
So the poeple who followed Moses be freed.

The people made idols eventually,
to praise instead of believing in Faith,

Black America enlighten by different characters
The colors of commotion turned to strongest love devotions
Lost tears hidden dreams everybody prayin for hope it always seem

if you think you seen me, you prolly didnt. cus im lika ghost, showin up once or twice. im more like sugar than spice, yeah ima square or more like a cube.

I am last Messenger to come,
Its up to whole world not just muslim.
Do you wish to repeat this life again?
Pray to God if you wish for Judgement Day.

If not I will die soon,

Thy Prophet Muhammad an I,
Are intertwined,
He fell from Grace,
He an I are same.

Although now female,
He has learned his mistakes,
As I have seeing his life,
Like it was my life,

Conner stone my wonder of strength

Pillared routes bagged with loots of vivid essence depart often enough in my journey

The manice Of innocence taken through worldly virtues in an attempt to fulfill Unintended destinies made by men whom never shed light for ways of men that are mostly paved with good intentions led evi

My gift to you if I die,
As I am Eve,
You all get to repeat this lifetime again,
so far 3 for me, you will experience deja vu moments,
As I will, just so we can do this again.