Me and you and poems

Ages ago i used to love poetry
I could write anything
Anywhere any time
Even my dreams consisted of poems
I would wake up middle of the night
Looking frantically for paper
So the poem that had formed in my dreams wouldnt disappear
All i would write about was you,
Me, me and you, and us
My poems were happy with
Those few moments we had spent together
Poems that contained fragments of memory in them
Of me and you walking together
They were happy poems
They'd make me smile and blush
And then i stopped and the happy poems stopped
Me and you, we stopped
I dont know why but after that
There were no more poems
I had nothing to write about
Poems as i knew them had to have
Smiles and laughter and love
I didnt have that with you gone
So i stopped
But then you came back and
The poems started again
And here we are
Happy again
Everything is beautiful again
But now theres question in my poems
An uncertainty a lack of trust maybe
Will these poems ever stop again

One world

Once upon a time
I used to feel safe
It was safe to play outside
To have fun
To be a child
Be free
Play until the street lamps came on
Or until mum called from the
Unlocked doors
But everywhere i look
I know
Our children now
Are not safe
They are being watched
They are feared
Shunned out
And hated
Simply for being
Muslim
For believing in a religion
That is different from
Their own
For being the wrong colour
For grandparents
Or parents coming
From the wrong country
Even schools
Watching to see
Which one they fear to be
A 4 year old terrorist in making
But i want to tell them this
We also bleed
Red - the colour of your blood
Red - the colour of mine
This world is for you
That world is for us
Remember theres only one world
And it is for all of us

Just a thought

You remember me
I will remember you
Come to me walking
I will come to u running
Commit a sin ask forgiveness
I will forgive u
Such is the mercy of Allah
If the almighty can forgive
Us puppets made of clay and water
Who are we to hold grudges
Against each other
Love forgive forget

Tell me

Should i write my thoughts
Or should they stay locked away
Cant decide, tell me...

My baby girl

My baby girl,
She doesnt speak to me
But i know what she says
I know what her gibberish means
I know why her tantrums are
My baby girl
Beautiful as anything ive ever seen
Maybe more
Innocent pure unique
My baby girl is special