You may think what I’m writing is Art
But to me, it’s like a stab to the heart
The pain never fades away and so I am forced to say
Pain is not my enemy
And together we are feared as an entity
Pain, Very Pain
And as there is no Pain
Not necessarily be there no gain
From the mind which is one of Allah’s best designs
I’ll stand the test of Time when I rhyme
Rhymes in mind are like flowers growing through the pavement
Fighting to grow and flourish
Yet people still debate creativity has perished
I guess that means “There is Hope”
So much of it I’d say, it ain’t like clinging to a rope
Nope, it’s too much
I give up, you turn my brain into mush
Giving up is for those who keep count, but I’m just too limitless
I salute you, if you did not annihilate your innocence
But your downfall got me tripping off my own ignorance
I really, really think your ignorance is cute
It’s not ignorance, games sick never acute
Splits domes into half, like a forbidden fruit
A desire that shall not be fulfilled
Like a raindrop that wishes not to be distilled
So it evaporates in hate of its own fate
The sun shone too brightly for it to not
Sunburst yellow shimmers off her pearls of vision
Giving light, letting my love grow inside
Grow up as high, live up rather a fantasy
Burst out, shimmer, bear up my positivity or die inside
Flourish with a beauty, like a cherry blossom
Negativity should not rest on the chest of a Muslim
Do everything without regret, aleep with no sorrow
Live today, like there is no tommorrow
Life without poetry is human shit
وطني ولا ملي بطني سكاتي ولا الكلام النيّ
Senseless, maybe not, how to feel, maybe I forgot
Teach me for I am here to learn
A pain not shared is a pain fully lived
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