In a lonely head,

All in a lump sum of time.

Mid day naps upon enlightenment.

To make sure a heart throbs; to stay woke during the hardest of crimes.

For you bend not one elbow,

to reach back where no one is behind.

Welcome to the city of changes,

For it is that— that whom will not outshine.

Slide down a deer of tinted glass,

and pretty little women will be all that you dine.

A glimpse around my shoulder,

I no longer want to remind.

If life was a laugh,

The highest deed will conveniently wait over there yonder,

by a limp side.

A life of battles,

Now that’s the coin toss.

Would you have rather?

Or blend them both for neither?

While there is uproar,

Allah clears the highway.

He rains down on every hidden agenda,

And even the tallest of elephants’ parade.

Run down on me,

and He stomps on your prettiest days.

Every soldier has a weapon,

so why not keep God tucked.

Setting a mind free on the darkest of greys.

Led me to believe that God put His ladder in front of me,

And a step stool under me,

And a woolly blanket around me,

And the shiniest of Doc Martins to uplift me,

Through His word of backbone to push against me,

What a lovely pair!

But I thought He went left for me to unsee,

A reckless tribe that didn’t want me.

God is not my shepherd,

For He is my king.

And when I abruptly stopped by every church to sing,

He held me in a mosque until I bowed unto thee.

With every shipwreck, there’s Noah.

And with every garden, there’s Moses.

I am not my father’s keeper,

But I am the man God wanted him to be.

I am human,

and.

I am a soft spoken dark brown thing.

Like if a woman was a mountain,

Quite often, like every butchered men suit up to be.

Even with a shaven head,

I crown myself for standing up,

When jealous women wanted me to sit down.

And now that lonely head don’t tick against any willow tree.

For matters that be and matters that won’t.

I am no longer accepting defeat.