A designed slavery for profit system

justified under the umbrella of punishment.

A jim crow police brutality lynching system.

A system that steep in the denigration and inhumane treatment of humanity.

A fail moral system that give birth to white supremacist, racism and a white power structure system govern by the state authorities.

We must first start with our own willingness to change that within the beast we live in.

Change is not a fruit waiting to be fall to the ground when ripen,

nor is the path to change is pave with rose petals.

Change is to be capable to make the fruits fall to the ground,

let your sweat flows like water and water the seeds of the future.

Talking about myself

Pretending to know, pretending to act

Making the choice to have no choice

A drawn out verse, a bottomless ocean

A linear expression bent into a perfect circle

Like thanking You

For the ability to thank You…

Than mental illness

Which is different than

Physical injury

Or heartbreak

Or withdrawal

Stress-related illnesses

Loss

Grief

Or losing your memory

Which hurts differently than self-harm

Or not being understood

I’m just a human

Humanitarian

Everything in its place

Trying to make this into a reality

I’m a dreamer

Living in a nightmare

Awake and thinking

While others are sleeping

And unaware

Finding the truth

Is more rare

Than finding presidents

Who take interest in the people’s affairs

I just want them to stop shooting usI

just want justice to arrive

In the Qur’an,“Qala,

‘La ta qafa. Inna ni maku ma asmaoo wa’a rah’

He said, ‘Fear not. Indeed, I am with you;

both I hear and I see.’”

So I try not to fear the gunshotsI

try not to fear the public’s silence

Instead I try to hope only for the morning

The morning when the sun will peek through the clouds

showering down blessings of light

and I will spin

and spin

and spin

soaking up this light until I am drowned in it

I will swim

Swirling the dried blood of my brothers in the morgue

with every breaststroke

I will unearth my chador and wash it gently

I will wear the blood stained cloak

as a mark

of reclamation

Scattered across the desert peninsula

Settling only when the sun sips caramel sand dunes

They should communicate in languages

Like dolphins

Not understood simply through lexicon

But transmitted through a psychic connection

Far beyond dna strands of time that bind scientific findings

Poems should be specific

For vagueness is suspicion left to fester

Breath wasted for the imposter to take a stance of innocence

If an intruder invades your home of words to vanquish your spirits

Your hands will twitch before logic compels you -

So let the posers of your poems leave with a taste of their own medicine

Kidnapping time for time lost

Trading traditional griot for contemporary rituals so that you remember to never forget that poetry is the art in storytelling

Emancipated phrases preserving the value of the words love, failure, triumph or whatever muse or prompt that gets you off

So thankful words cannot be expressed to the Almighty,

for these words that I am about to say

Like a bad cavity

Gave freedom to you and me

Like the gift of legs to an amputee

The Prince of Shuhadah

Dying thirsty in Naynawa

I love you

Like Angels love Karbala

A diamond in a rough -

A pearl

Leader of the Free World

Survived by his wife and son

While on his wounded chest

Lie his baby girl

O Abā Abdullah

I have this notion

That you set in motion

The revolution

That could move

Still

Awed

Azure translucence

A blue infused,

Consumed,

Subsumed

By the Immanent!

Seamless perennity

No beginning, no end,

Passing time, fading sequence,

Only eternal, abiding

Presence

Of Love so immense,

I know,

No parched soul drenched

Remains unquenched