Life Write


When I was in my twenties, I used to write
I mean boy I used to—I used to write
Write like words would fall from my mind through lips
And onto paper like vocabulary waterfalls

Love was my arrow
Truth, my bow
Coffeehouses were my pedestal
I was a soulful street preacher baby
Speaking to masses
Draped in loose-fitting apparel
Locks and afros
Black fists
And finger snappin’

Man, when I was in my twenties…
I used to write
I’d pen the most creative ways to
Take panties off
Without ever touching skin
I was a bad man!

I used to relive fantasies of Malcolm marching for freedom
Within to confines of blue lines
On white pages
I was black ink

I’d write about God and ask Him
To show me what I needed to see
Asking Him why it was what it was and when will it ever be
Different

When I was in my twenties…

Yeah when I was in my twenties …
I was…naïve

I had no clue what love was and how much responsibility
Came with the cause of claiming another for yourself
And having the fortitude to keep
The love created by
Beautifully written sentences

I was a militant with no Army
No foot soldiers, no FBI watch list
No leather jackets, no medallions or other trinkets
Used to define the struggle

My struggle is bills and feeding my family
While still teaching God body lessons to a newborn
So he won’t be as blind
As dear old dad
Using type as my revolution
And words as my base

I had no claims on God or man for that matter
But I used to write…
And as blind as I was
I was good, and I think that was the problem.

But now I’m 34, and I don’t write as much…
But I live it a lot better than I used to
When I was in my twenties
And used to write
About
The very thing I’m living.



© Fahim Malik Nassar March 24th, 2007

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