Allah
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Dear Allah,
This is Your masterpiece of wonder,
Who at only six years old
Could speak and direct the world,
Be it real or virtual.
And the battle begins... He strikes from every angle...He sneaks in through them doors of... lust and desire.And every time you're weak, angry hungry or tired...HE FIRES! Liar....
Allah means God,
I know that because I have a friend
She's muslim, with darker skin, wears a hijab
But we can still joke around, laugh and play, I thought we could do this every time,
But not today...
Crawling in her crib, she was the main topic of discussion. Would she look the other way and pray to God; tell her father that she loved him?
We are the people of this world
We are the people of America
What are rights?
Does rights have a color, a ethnic a gender, a race?
NO
Rights are something that is given but yet earned.
My God isn't her god, Isn't His God, Isn't your God. My God has a different name, a different form, and claim to fame.
