written by M. Ali.
Please take the time to post a comment about your favorite poem at the bottom of the page!
Iv'e decided to honor her with this very special poem as a gift to celibrate
her birthday as well as Valentines Day!
I hope she, as well as everyone else enjoys it as much as I enjoyed writting it.
My Girl
By M. Ali
A poem written while incarcerated in DC Jail
my girl, a drop of sunshine , a may flower blossom
a bundle of felicity, my seed, my flesh and blood
my prosperity, my destiny, she gives me purpose
she gives me life direction and keeps me grounded
she is a miracle of hope, my gift from God
my passion, my beloved, my precious beauty
i love her more than grace, more than mercy
i bask in the warmth of her innocence
i dream of her brilliance
she is a fine creature, she glows with possibility
she operates with genius and curiosity
she discerns with perfect wisdom
she speaks to me with smiles and soft touches
she compliments my days and inspires my nights
From So Far Away
By M. Ali
A poem written while incarcerated in DC Jail
from so far away, your face still shines
like fading sunsets so vivid in my mind
from so far away, does your voice still ring
in the back of my mind like sweet songs to sing
from so far away, I breath your sweet scent
of jasmine and roses, on winds do they hint
from so far away, I remember your touch
the gentle caress that I yearn for so much
from so far away, I still feel your presence
healing my soul with your comforting essence
from so far away, I cling to your love
like raindrops on lilies that come from above
from so far away, alone in my room
I pray to my god that I'll see you seen
from so far away, it feels like forever
to the day, I know again we'll be together
~Dedicated to Amelia C. Ali~
The Saga
By M. Ali
A poem written while incarcerated in DC Jail
I was born into the game ready to die, why
because my mamma got high before a nigga was dry
I've seen things that a juvenile never should see
I did things under cover that you wouldn't believe
all before the age of six, I was caught in the mix
that's when my mamma got killed by a nigga so sick
he beat her face till it bled, swole black and blue
eyes shut like a boxer, what the fuck did she do
and then he did do rape, how could you give that hate
cold, strangled and mangled, it sounds sad but Waite
pregnant with twins and left naked on the streets
five kids left behind, as the family weeps
life sure was a bitch as the time went by
a broken family, insanity and plenty of lies
predators disguised as your folks an kin
stabbed you in the shoulder for some petty ass ends
no one to trust, liquor, drugs and lust
a drunk at fifteen, the drama was a must
pops was gone in his own depression
i was forced to live rather than learn my lessons
my brother locked up for the drugs and guns
one of my sisters had a baby, she was way too young
and me, i was the youngest, the most dangerous and the dumbest
me and my boys, we did the things that were the funnest
job corps was shady, crazy without a lady
came back home, everybody having babies
times were hard, mines was odd
living life on the edge, steady praying to god
Waiting for the day I could have my grace
With the icing on the top, I would eat my cake
But it seems my fate is to live life hard
So I stay on my toes and keep up my guard
Revolution Song
By M. Ali
A poem written while incarcerated in DC Jail
I need love, space weapons and my mate
living in these days is questioning my faith
money and a plan will help me to proceed
and if you get in my way then I'll help you to go bleed
justice and bliss, the pleasures that I lack
so we go to war my niggas till the righteous get it back
the quiet of the storm before the rebels get it on
for every martyr that dies another dozen is born
like the locus we swarm, fearlessness we adorn
hatters and bitches and snitches we never mourn
with the Armor of God, and all my solders is hard
we be calling them bluffs, we be pulling them cards
tear down the facade, we're going to heat up the lard
because the pigs won't nod, we can meet on the sod
and the fields of concrete, the sewers beneath the streets
in the subways and tunnels with homemade and clean heats
oppressors can get it first, lawyers can get it worst
blood to feed my thirst, fulfilling Gods curse
upon the wicked I bust, fuck the corrupt
judges and politicians, revolution is a must
change is in the wind, strangers becoming friends
enemy of my enemy, now let us begin...
Create a free website at Webs.com