maryam muhammad, 17 may 2013
Between the lies I act surprised but really who am I,
to those who steer into my eyes are you my preacher
teacher or the ones sitting there waiting for me to
fall, whose role model am I; they look at me and
laugh because I'm working to acheive my lifes goals on my own, maybe this life
wasn't meant for me, whose wife was I destined
to be, it hurts not knowing if there will be someone
motivating me to succeed,
why isn't there anyone helping the weak, why is it
that I have to be the guide instead of someone
guiding me, could it be that life hates me, or is
he punishing me,
I don’t know, why don’t you all tell me, I’m just
wondering about those many questions we have in life.
maryam muhammad, 3 may 2013
Let’s play a game called love Stay here by the ocean enjoying the warmth of the sun,
Just have fun cherish this moment,
Look into each other’s eyes smile as the water rush against our semi bare skin,
Put our phones on silent or we can just turn them off,
It’s our time to cuddle push our troubles to the side while we lay in the sand,
I want you to play in my hair while I lay on your arm,
We whisper in each other’s ear the many things we like to hear,
Let us work on our many pleasures while we enjoy this peaceful day together,
Jump in the smallest part of the ocean splashing water at each other,
Chase me down the boardwalk forgetting about everyone around us,
Just have fun bask in the sun love is so beautiful when you have someone special to share it with,
Let’s kiss after you catch me sense im not as fast as you when it comes to running,
Let’s rest on a bench taking in the fresh air,
I’ll use my towel to dry you off even though my need to keep you clean irritates you,
I smile at the face you make while I whip the sand off of your face,
Of course you feel the need to correct me when you see the need,
We may have our flaws but this is the kind of love that beats the odds,
No one cares whose looking in waiting to give their opinion,
The only thing that matters here is you, and me
“THE END”
maryam muhammad, 2 may 2013
Hi how are you? We wave then walk away,
Going about our way doing different things to satisfy ourselves during the day,
This is the first time we’ve meet I don’t know you so we are not friends,
You haven’t thought about me once through the week then you want to come around making up stores, making fun of me thinking I would find it some-what funny,
On top of that you only come around when you see I have some type of food or money,
To be honest I’m kind of tired of it you don’t want to hang out or chill
You rather make sarcastic comments to other people about how I do things,
Not to mention the sly comments about what I believe in doing or not doing,
I don’t trust to many people because they will disappoint you prior experiences has taught me that,
Yet again you still walk by saying hi and expect me to respond every time,
If I for some odd reason choose not to even if it’s not on purpose you get upset,
This also drives you to go to different people with your assumption as to why I didn’t say hay to you,
A friend is there through thick and thin and that type of relationship doesn’t grow over night it takes time, effort, and patience,
Just like a marriage its 50-50 you both give as well as receive,
Being there for one another, helping each other, respecting each other’s beliefs even if you don’t agree, standing by each other’s side when someone else tries to harm you or them that’s my idea of a true friend,
With the many things you’ve done to push me away in the short amount of time that I’ve known you I wouldn’t call you a friend,
But it’s nice to meet your acquaintance.
maryam muhammad, 22 april 2013
the air is full of deceit the mystery of lies hidden beneath
up above people are hooked on the mist of such poisonous hosing
that exist
shaken and sick the poison is thick gasping for air which is now limited
gas mask is missing no were in sight
struggling to crawl my way to safety I start to cry
the exit is finally near
reached the door and opened it what a surprise I got pushed back into
the poisonous air "NO" what'd I do to be hated
deceived and used like this;
Trying to stay awake I search for a lightened area
"Yes" finally splash of fresh air
All of a sudden there's a noise I jump whose there
someone grabbed my foot Leave me be another took my arm set me free
still one more from the mist so dark that even I couldn't resist
I shake my head I can't be drawn in
Yelling Someone Please Help me!!! I wiggled around to break free from restraint
one side released
I start wiggling even harder to set the other side free. Their grip on my arms and legs are becoming unbearable they call on others to jump in and grab me.
NO!! I scream fighting them off of me. I fall to the floor hurrying my way to a hiding space while they chase after me.
Yes I whisper I've finally got away sitting in a closed area trying to breathe low enough so they can't hear me. Contemplating my next move I prayed the God would guide me to a place where I would be safe.
maryam muhammad, 22 april 2013
I hear this word on a daily basis
What is the true meaning of it?
Is it the appearance of people who are willingly able to stand by your side, or is it the comforting nature of a person who’s looking for you to smile?
Can the true meaning be both of these definitions combined?
Or does the meaning come attached with the person who’s around?
This is a question that I've been pondering about.
There are so many definitions to the word friendship
I am looking for the true meaning of this word
It can’t be found in a dictionary which is updated every so often to fit a scholar’s perception.
The true meaning is deep rooted within the soul, and only you can know the true definition of friendship
maryam muhammad, 22 april 2013
The obvious reason that most men aren’t interested in her intellectually is why she feels so uneasy,
She’s not the one to dress provocative nor does she want to throw herself at them,
She’s more interested in learning new things the library is her best friend,
The one thing she wants the most is a man as her friend, but most of them are only interested in having intercourse instead,
She feels like a toy a Barbie doll being grabbed from the shelf,
She has no movement her body being maneuvered repositioned and played with until they get bored or tired,
They look at her as an emotionless device, easy to control yet she’s not the one giving up herself so freely,
She is constantly repeating herself to them with the statement “No! I’m not that type of female.”
Some respect her and leave and others try to take the control a step farther by using mental games,
She tries to confide in others for emotional support, but they look at her awkwardly and state, “your issue is not my problem” what else is there to do besides write out her emotions and stay to herself
maryam muhammad, 22 april 2013
The sun wakes up to begin the morning,
As he starts to rise from the atmosphere he Thinks about the schedule that’s been prepared for today,
He has a conversation with the clouds about what to expect,
The Trees butt in shaking its branches to what the clouds have to say,
The leaves run away, the sand being noisy waits to listen, but the water moves along ignoring the conversation
Instead the water relaxes singing a silent song in order to generate peace for the earths’ creatures.
maryam muhammad, 22 february 2013
She sat back and thought about the things she went through,
All the while time has already flown by,
Unsure about the next move she tried her hardest to keep it going,
Crying helps only for that moment she is emotionally on her own,
Her friends help when she’s on the Verge of drowning,
She gets up in the morning thinking of a different move so that she wouldn't get the same results that kept her in this circle,
She works hard at finding a life of responsibility only to gain nothing,
You’re smart with a lot of potential her mother told her,
“Never doubt that you will succeed just be grateful and you'll get there;” was on a birthday card that she received,
Scared of what’s next she’s ready for the war, war of love, war of success, and the war of emotional freedom,
Not that she has any choice but to be. She moving gradually and changing slowly but surely
maryam muhammad, 21 february 2013
in my world there's always love I like watching mommy put on her makeup,
I ask mommy about the red stuff on her face she smiles and tells me that it's something called lipstick whatever that is.
after playing dress up I hear daddy call for me "come on sally give me a hug before I leave" I Jump in his arms to give him a hug as I pull away I ask daddy "why are you dressed like that" as he stands he smiles and says this is what I wear to work.
Would I have to wear that when I grow up, I replied. He laughs and tells me "No baby you are a girl only little boys would have to wear this when they grow up"
as I wonder about what I would have to wear, daddy tells me to have a good day, and then he says by to mommy.
she walks out with that red stuff on her face, and said "by honey" that confused me, because daddy doesn't look like honey
as she strapped me in my car seat I asked mommy why she called daddy honey; she paused for a minute then told me don't worry about it baby
when we got to my school she walked me to class and said goodbye behave
my days are spent learning my ABC's and playing with my classmates on the playground at recess,
sweet, pure, and clean spinning around in the sand smiling so carefree. I'm dizzy from all of that twirling
no worries at all I'm young, and having too much fun.
maryam muhammad, 20 february 2013
The love of god is greater than anything physical, or material,
His love runs deep embedded like rhinestones in your soul,
If you believe that he is the one and only spiritual person that keeps you afloat, or free from difficulties,
Then you would be willing to put him before any squad that makes you sacrifice your own spiritual enlightenment and emotional health in order to make the squad leader satisfied,
I refused to be like the walking dead a zombie going about my everyday life unaware of how much today’s economy has put on my mental state,
God come first in my eyes he makes my spirit free from the stresses of today’s society
No squad can do that for me they may offer me temporary security, but no one can secure my safety better than god can,
Squads turn against each other; god never turns his back on those who trust in him,
simple things can make a squad want to hurt you, God knows that you are only human and will allow you to make mistake in order to learn,
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