Reflection of Aswad

THE SOUL OF a Black Muslim is born in city conceived in the bed room of parents and the city is Boston where Mask Muslim's from Roxbury but Mask Muslim don't remember a skyline or the smell form back then. Rather Mask Muslim remember the city people of which were pioneers of the nation of Islam who has been simple Muslim's for long after during the leadership of Wraith Deen Mohammed the gave birth to communities all across America that gave birth to my parents union that they grew to love. Mask Muslim long for happiness like my parents young lovers married early on with me being the last of those five children the baby boy. Seek out my ides of March at every turn Brutus's he couldn't stop my reign of these unreserved take notes of highs and lows. So many trips to clouds Mask Muslim had remembered it forms one last puff no need to pass. For me, no blasphemy is intend but understanding is of the nature of idea is for too achieve. Left to my advancement Mask Muslim came up out the halls of Clarkston high school with my kin folk from around the world with a pimp dead under that rock Mask Muslim love those places and cities in the south all over this southern battle ground. Southern blood lion lines prevail still out of New England. Mask Muslim stumbled in the cold of far eastern coast so after hard victory. My belly touched the ground, and Mask Muslim started to crawl where