Salaam! A Search for Meaning - Poetry

Where it’s led me this morning

Poetry makes the word bearable for me. It is noble. I wish I can meet a rich person I would ask, “what do you do?” and they say, “I am a poet!” I mean poets are wealthy people but not wealthy in the sense that the capitalists of this world understand. So here is a piece of me this morning.

My favorite art. All credit belongs to me—Winifred Liam

Sitting on my bed as I look out the window

I hear the children's cries signifying the dawn is at its peak

I want to sit with my thoughts but they are too loud

So I scroll on the internet to find someone who can interpret my mind for me

For we are interconnected humans with similar thoughts

How we voice them differentiates us

Instead, I find negativity on TikTok

The first video speaks about Fuhad and James' latest f-up on the podcast of the G-Sleazy Adolf Hitler look-alike man

Disappointment,

“Just another podcast bros,” I say

I see the cancellation so fast

More than 10 videos of Black people and Nigerians coming for them

Yikes

Alas a video not talking about them

Even worse

This talks about a dark web where people watch this man do diabolical things to CHILDREN

Peter Scully or so

Yikes

I cry

Next video,

Ahh positivity

This man gives flowers to aged women

The first woman says,

“Nobody has even given me flowers before, I won't forget you James.”

I cry.

Next video

I discover there's a religion called Alevism and Sufism

Headache, I think I am sick

Work almost tastes like chalk

I will make my bed

I will brush my teeth

I will begin my work for the day and do well

I will call it a day.

I may not find the answers I seek today but I will try again tomorrow and the next day till I see it.

I cannot put words to what I seek but I know it is an answer to something brewing in me and it has to do with purpose.

When I find it I will know. Until then

I wish you a great day!

Salaam

Thanks for reading my work. ♡