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Nov 2012
His presence is the only thing that could soothe me when I wake from a bad dream
The words that he speak stick to me like clothing in weather of 100 degrees.
Wisdom and honesty guaranteed as he prepares me for war and the dark side of reality.
Warning me that no man will ever love me like he
I smile, a bright smile interpreting the words as mere courtesy.
I was showered with unconditional love, the kind you’d never have to question.
I sat upon a pedestal, in the center of his attention.
Princess luxuries
And I never for a second thought to take advantage of him
I appreciated every breathe he took
I’d inhale as he exhaled
Every fear I’d sheltered of my future he shook
Every one of my imperfections he effortlessly overlooked.
And he was my energy.
My happiness as well as my misery
For he prepared me for the day that I never want to see
When we shall part until further notice,
So I hold onto every word, every hour, every moment as if it’s golden.
With my father, my hero, my soldier.
Sajdah Baraka
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   --- and Victoria Jennings
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