I’m In Love With A Muslim Girl

In Love with a Muslim Girl As inspired by @Najma_Writes I alight this Poetic Boeing jet in heartfelt style Quick, time guarding, to untie my first luggage Of a love

Let Me Cry

Doors to earth now closed Locked, and heart somewhere cold To pluck our eyes a black rose And tears gathering moss. We saddened to write it short, and long For

I Long For You

I sang in pitched voices for you My vocal chords bracing the wear ‘We’ danced in the rain But only I, got wet I wished to buy you the world

I Was Not Born A Gentleman

I was not born a gentleman Nor was I trained to be one I was not apprenticed a warrior To defend the queen in times of fear I was simply

It is Not About Them

Beauty is not in the eyes of a beholder It is simply on the subject Beauty is not relative But it’s opinion is relative to the subject An eye sees

I Cannot Be You

I cannot be you Maybe because my nose is proportional and yours is not I cannot live like you, talk like you or walk your ways Maybe because am unique

If Jesus Be The Center

If Jesus be my center Then I worry not of my dark corners If He be my core My squeaky un-greased parts bother me not If He be my cornerstone

My Love, Let’s Be Real

My love I will not run miles for you Neither will I trudge rocky hills for you I cannot promise the constant supply Neither the harsh struggle and the sigh

Reminiscent

Chilly height Mindful sight A worker walks home A watchman so lone Stray dogs yowl As whores present their bowls Chilly wee But sweet as releasing a pee Lights in

Be Still And Know That He is God

Amidst any self-proclaimed worldly seraph Amidst any masquerading gladiator Amidst the slander and the slate Amidst the dreary lifestyle Be that amaranth Garland your crown with good, positive thoughts and

My Adulterous Self

God, forgive my adulterous self Always confused by the tips of tits And the bouncing of bums God, they say that the thunder about to strike me Is still doing

Am I A Proud African?

I love the dust But hate the lust I love the green And loathe the sin I hate the river between The river that clash the tribes within I hate