Ibn Ali Poems

They said that anything that's on its way is close,
And you've departed, so hurry home,
Long gasps of breaths abated,
A few have come and gone
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We're taught that everything white is beautiful
And all that's black is blemished
All that's fair is pure
And every dark thing is devilish 
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Cry my love,
Your tears will dry,
Mourn the death of us,
My wells have dried
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Love me tender,
I remember,
When we first met,
I surrendered,
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The stars are talkative tonight
Some more than others
Some listen
Some bursting out the topic
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Thoughts plague me
Sitting, steering clear of Satan
They told me I'm the problem
It hurts me that they say this
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Your wounds are still raw
Wiping my labored nape has stained my hand with salt
And I'm so scared to touch
You're still scared to love
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Young lady
I see youthfulness has glossed you with its haze
And you stand in the mirror fully amazed
Impressed
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Immutable
True beauty is a constant stream that doesn't bend or flex
Old age may alter
Finesse pays debt to death
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Melanin maiden
That thing you have in droves
You were never my fair lady
But you try
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