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My hair was created to give God glory
My hair was created to give God glory
My hair was created to give God glory

My hair was created to give God glory
nor for you to gawk & stare at only
to run & tell your story of how my
hair was untamed, wild & ugly
Yeah I heard you over there laughing
about how I don’t look right, but the
truth is you just need to get your
mind right because

My hair was created to give God glory
My hair was created to give God glory
My hair was created to give God glory

My hair grows towards the same hills
from which comes your help & it
reaches in the same direction your
hands never seem to reach to in church
See my hair has a love relationship with
they sun & it’s continually in worship because

My hair was created to give God glory
My hair was created to give God glory
My hair was created to give God glory

My hair is an extension that connects
directly with the father and there is a
continuous worship service playing in
my head. Our hair is a direct extension
of our bodies nervous system, my hair
is an antenna and that’s why up above
my head I hear music in the air.

My hair was created to give God glory
My hair was created to give God glory
My hair was created to give God glory

So, their is no standard nor judgement
no corporate dress code, nor belief
no doctrine, nor ideal that will force me
to change my hair. No my hair is not stressed
so it doesn’t need a relaxer. No it’s not a wild
beast, so it doesn’t need to be tamed. No it is
not a dog so it doesn’t need to be trained.

How can we love the tree but destroy our roots?
God said my was perfect so I suggest you
believe the same because…………….

My hair was created to give God glory

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Morning Poem 9

I woke up with expectation
I expected to see a message from you
But to my unsurprised there was nothing
Nothing but a few ran done emails
And one follower notification from Instagram
Yet I hold in to faith that you will once again communicate with me
You will finally call and say in sorry and I love you
My wishes may seen far fetched based upon the uncanny circumstances you stopped talking to me
But I believe God is bigger than your unbelief
Off to church I go to give honor to the one who sustains
Good day world
Let’s get this day moving

Before I slumber #1

Shower fresh
Skin is Shea butter soft
Gently scented with pure lavender
I lay in bed and I think of you
I shed a single tear
I long to hear your voice
How do I survive the silence 30 days until Ramadan is over.
Will I hear your voice at the end
So I prepare for you
Bed is made fresh new sheets
I lay one side
the other side is prepared for you
Nightstand reserved for you
Headphones, the holy Koran, your favorite cologne, and a few of your favorite things.
I burn churai for you
Filling the room with the sweet smell of love
I give thanks to God for another day
Praise and glory to the all knowing one
I pray for your safety and well being our families and friends
I bring this musing to a close
And say goodnight to the empty side of the bed where you will soon lay your head.
Bonne nuit mon roi
Nob nala

Morning Poem 2

Day 3
Still no response
I don’t know if you’re alive or well
I’m tired now
Love is durable
But my love is not expendable
Morning worship calling me
I need a release
God hears the cries of the righteous
Sometimes I feel like he has me on mute
Beautiful day otherwise
Let me start my day
Fasting until dusk
Ramadan Mubarak!
To all of my friends in Islam
Peace to the gods and earths
Live today’s mathematics
Wisdom born all being born to knowledge knowledge all being born to wisdom which wise words spoken
Enjoy your day.

Untitled – 10

Love me now or don’t love me at all
time is constantly moving there’s no time to stall
you moved when I stumbled when you were supposed to break my fall
trust was the framing of the house you destroyed that you said we built on love
now you leave me exposed un-covered and no protection from my SUN
so, now it’s time for me to pick up the pieces and travel this lonely road of recovery
where I find shards of honey scattered along the way enough to sweeten the day
enough to continue my way back to me
the me I lost when I gave me to you
the me that I was always supposed to be
the me you met before there was an us
yeah that’s right you know her she’s the me the way the most high God created me to be

#Random_Notes 2

Beneath the sight of God
we demand what we don’t deserve
glorify the lust of our flesh
and eat the fruits of which we did not labor.
Yet, we still call ourselves kingdom minded…….