Confusion

People shape their minds
from reactionary fusion
Reality is controlled by
technology's illusions
Invades my God-Beloved
soul with unprovoked intrusion
leaves my analytical being
with just but one conclusion
that Man's World is plaqued
by MASS CONFUSION!

Whose Voice is it?

Whose voice is it that you hear?
Who speaks to you at the top of your head?
With a mystical tone so soft, but clear;
He waits for you in that pathway ahead.
He speaks to you when it's time to warn you
Of the things in Life that just might harm you.
With words so clear, so bright; they glisten.
It's truly your fault if you don't listen.
But even then this voice consoles you
When you're down and feeling bad.
And also rejoices when you're happy and glad;
That you listened to him and all those
Troubles you've avoided.
While the treasures you've received
We're justly rewarded.
So strange it seems that one are you and he;
And if you'd continue to listen that
Somehow you'd be free.
To be. . . . .
Safe and secure to express yourself
Anyway you'd choose.
But when you don't take heed;
Somehow you lose.
So whose voice is it that guides
You along you way?
Hoping you'd hear him and decide
Not to stray.
For your path in Life is his interests;
And he will lead you to a pure heart.
This voice in your "Conscience" is the
True voice of God.

Historical Dilemma

There has always been a problem with "history"

as it relates to us blacks. For you see his story

was not intended to aid in our edification;

but merely as a means for self-glorification.

There will in-turn also be a problem for him with my story.

Being that our Greatness or Golden Age is

considered by him to be pre-his-storic.

My story will remain a "mystery" to him.

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My people of Peace of Beauty of Pride
You have lost Sight of Self and the Father has cried
His tears filled the rivers; but the waters were not Purified
By his tears
Yet the rivers remained polluted by our Alabastered peers
Like the minds of my people through the process of years.
Still remains polluted by our Alabastered peers
My People
My beautiful Black People who still
Remain in the wilderness of America
My people whose minds still reside in the darkness
You choose to surround yourselves in
Come out of that forest of illusionment
Awaken unto thyselves as being one of one Testament
One of one body and mind
Understand the significance in the bettering of
One's self for the upliftment of the whole
Learn the lessons which are constantly
Being revealed to you by nature
Can one ant build and ant hill?
The answer is very obvious; No!
So understand the Supreme importance
Of unity toward one cause
That cause is the building of the Hill of Freedom
Which can only be constructed through the joined
Effort of all our people
My people of Peace of Beauty of Pride
Awaken unto the knowledge of thy Self as a whole
And the true knowledge that lays dormant within you
Will unfold.

Ka-mee-ee-lah

The sunlight adorned
her soft tiny frame
the warm breeze chanted
her royal name
Ka-mee-ee-lah
the beautiful one
beloved child of the sun

The way she moved
was so full of grace
as her radiant smile
illuminated her face
Ka-mee-ee-lah
the adorned one
Love child of the sun

She captures my heart
with her enchanting glance
it speeds up it's tempo
in a pulsating dance
for......
Ka-mee-ee-lah
the precious one
true child of the sun

Her sparkling eyes
set my heart aglow
my eyes stared in total wonder
as I watched her grow
in a true African Queen of
beauty in each and every way
and as I continued to look
in fascination I could hear
the sun say
this is my
Ka-mee-ee-lah
the perfect one
God's given gift

Kamilah
a name spoken in love
Kamilah
a name spoken with love
Kamilah
a name spoken for love

Note: This poem was written by my dad, Baba Jamibu Saidi before I was born, back before heavy use of ultrasounds. Baba Jamibu knew I was going to be a girl and my name would be Kamilah. He named me Kamilah Munirah Bolling, putting exactly 7 letters in each of my names. Later, when I became Muslim I took his name Kamilah Munirah Saidi, but latter changing the spelling of Saidi to Sayyidi to keep with the 7 letters. Baba Jamibu was interested in the study of numerology. What's even more interesting is he passed away on November 7, 1999, exactly one year after I got married on November 7, 1998. This 7 marked the final date of his last breath.