You’re confident and sure
Assuming airs so pure
You see yourself unquestionably blessed
But here’s your mother gasping
In the rain you’re sending down
Of dagger words that pierce her weary chest
Now she can suffer daggers
And even cuts of swords
As long as she can see you through the rain
The question dear khalid
Is how will you survive
The Day you’ll need her loving touch again
Poetry
Weighed Down
Come here you dusty traveler
And open up your bag
Let’s take a look inside to see
What’s causing you to lag
Oh khalid all these rotten words
Will weigh you down like death
Go fill your bag with Salawaat
To scent your putrid breath
Don’t Let Go
Hold fast hang on
Until the break of dawn
This darkness cannot
Will not last forever
Stay true yes you
What else is there to do
Don’t let go of the rope
Of hope No never
Smithy
Let this kalimah
Wrought from faith
Quenched in knowledge
Fend my precious soul
Hunch
Instincts are born
In intelligence refined
Through years of experience
That carpets the mind
So slip off your shoes
Leave them at the door
And sit down awhile
Upon the warm floor
Sandstorm Consolation
Sometimes a storm must blow
To send a grain of sand into my eye
All that so I can know
It only takes a speck to make me cry
Wrong Turns
How far do you have to stray
To see that you’ve lost your way
Umm
It isn’t her words
That turn in my head
But the manner and care
With which they were said
For mothers say things
The way that they do
To show you how love
Can carry you through
If you don’t remember
Your mother then she’d
Want you to be son
To the mothers you need
Go study their lives
Go read what they said
In words like sweet butter
That melts on warm bread
Humbly
Don’t pray for humility
Lest it bring a trial
But pray in humility
And sit there a while
‘Abd
With time we come around to see
That freedom from all slavery
Is only ever found to be
In slavehood under Al-Aliyy
Who takes a soul to set it free
All quite paradoxically