Crafted Language

“Peace comes after the work agrees with the soul.”

Trying to find me

was insanity.

Delusional

to who I had to be

versus what I was meant

to achieve.

A crafted cadence

became a crafted language.

I shape these statements

from heart,

mind,

and patience.

It’s all peace.

Facial hair grown beastly,

sideburns kicking

like Ron Wesley.

Skillmatic.

Still magic.

I manage to average

ninety-nine lines a day—

my capital

increasing

since I found my way.

First letter J.

Last name: e la he.

Don’t mistake me

for nobody.

ALLAH really got me.

Learning the Words

“Faith begins where certainty ends.”

Heavy walking.

House shaking.

I’m trying to learn salat,

but the words keep slipping.

Bismillah…

Abu says,

Musawwir

hold your head high.

As Ummi watched from a distance

Kneel down.

Now.

Turn your foot in like this.

Stay right there

until I tell you to move.

Now say these words

after me.

Bismillāhi r-Raḥmāni r-Raḥīm