"Indeed We created man, and We know what his own self whispers to him."

-Al-Qur'an 50:16-

Thursday, June 25, 2009

If you don't like it ...chances are I don't either.

Every time I write a poem I love it for 5 mins...and then every time I see it afterward I feel embarrassed. It feels so pretentious to me, some times disingenuous, or whiny.

ahh...hence the reason why very few people know I even write it, and even fewer read them.

Friends


I am a good liar
I can pretend I like you and that what you are saying is interesting
I can pretend I care and that your problems are real problems
I can pretend your words are not inflammatory and insulting
I can even pretend to agree while silently making alternative plans
I can speak to you for hours and never mention one thing about me
because I know how people love to talk about themselves
I'll indulge you and find what works for you
Whether it is flattery, encouragement, funny banter, or even blunt honesty
I am the fake social butterfly
I can't stand the people, still I wave and yell hi
How can so many people live completely shallow lives?
Lacking consideration and elementary human compassion
Never wondering about the woman I am
No one but my lord knows me
The most feeble of men underestimate me
Disillusioned by their lack of self awareness
With out a point of reference they try to measure me
Unknowingly measuring their own intellectual limitations
Eluding people is not my recreational past time
I fear the viciousness of lashing hands and tongues
Seeking refugee from their insincere vows of friendship
Long given up on true companionship in a spouse or friend
With jealousy remembering that Ibrahim is the friend of Allah
With honesty performing every command of Allah
No lies will win me the favor of Allah
So these games will have to end
Forcing me to patiently endure the barrage that will ensue
Anything for the sake of Allah
For what higher friendship is there to pursue