Āyat, or The Times that God has Come to Me
* Subhanallah = Glory be to God.
Sixteen ghosts died inside me this year
Subhanallah.
A classroom full of men I should have loved
Subhanallah.
A mother that left
God’s will and grace that led me to her
Subhanallah.
A father that never came
His love I found in mantra
Subhanallah.
Eighteen years I have spent angry
A path I walked seven times towards forgiveness
Subhanallah.
A pain that I have run from
A pain that I must face
Subhanallah.
A language that felt like pulling teeth
Now a language that sings to me
Subhanallah.
A black darker than I have ever seen
The gold that has held me together
A sense of peace when I have touched it
Subhanallah.
A God that could not love me
A wavering faith I will spend my entire life to keep
Subhanallah.
The repentance I have found in God
The repentance I have found within myself
Subhanallah.
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