#liberate
a play on
me,
the word thought chases me past,
our pasts,
our collective, but uncollected past,
uncollected, un~collated,
we deliberate
separately but equally
thousands of miles prying us apart,
our anonymity preserved,
we are liberated,
sort of, not really,
but here comes the weekend,
and we all are
free at last,
Sort of
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 3:25 PM UTC
END THE FAKE DEFENSE MISSIONS of GOVERNMENTS AND MILITARIES of CORRUPT LEADING WORLD SUPERPOWERS
END THE FAKE DEFENSE MISSIONS of the terrorists, of the US government, of the Israeli government, of the Saudi government, etc. and their militaries because that's exactly what they are...FAKE!!!
END THE FAKE DEFENSE MISSIONS because their fabricators are not motivated by or initiated by a desire to defend or to help or to rescue or to promote peace, but rather by greed, a desire to steal, to smother righteousness, to barricade Islam, to colonize, and to put an end to the justice and social justice components or features of Islam that promote fairness, equality, there's no person or no deity greater than, more important than, more significant than ALLAH SUBHANNA WA TA 'ALA, no human is superior to or better than or over another human, brotherhood and sisterhood, unity among all social beings regardless of national, racial, cultural, sectarian, economic, institutionalized education, and other social differences.
END THE FAKE DEFENSE MISSIONS because their aim is to eliminate, eradicate, blow up What MECCA is all about!!!
By: Najwa Kareem
Written and published on 1/30/26
Jan 13
Jan 13, 2026 at 11:08 AM UTC
To write,
was to embrace all the waves
that you kept off the shore.
To write,
was to embrace the thoughts
you shoveled down
so they wouldn't have the power to hurt you.
To write,
was to feel liberated
of your shackles and confinement.
To write,
was to find yourself
navigating towards
your own thoughts
and emotions that you
kept away for so long.
To write,
was to feel once more
and be brought back to yourself.
Jul 25, 2019
Jul 25, 2019 at 3:51 AM UTC
I have a voice
behind this tongue
that is quiet and sky
and knotted in my throat.
I have a voice
that whispers to me
but i fear to amplify,
for you see it reflects on who am I.
I fear of what they might think,
as it is not an attempt at speaking
but an insight to my perspective,
and thoughts
allowing them to know and judge.
It's a fear I dread to face,
that consumes me everyday,
I don't face.
I have a voice,
its mine
and I don't want it to be
muted by people
and neither fear.
I have voice,
that it is all mine,
that I will amplify.
For it is a part of
who I am, my opinions
my thoughts,
I choose for it not to be taken away,
neither suppressed.
I give it a platform,
a channel,
and courage
to let it speak
its very own language.
Liberating me
with every syllable it lets slip.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 5:51 PM UTC
Readjusting to the eternal present moment that is now and forever
Where all things spiral and grow... where all creation flourishes
Once again I lost my mind only to rediscover inner peace
and find a sense of contentment and bliss like never before
This maze gets deeper and deeper as I traverse the unknown and beyond
I keep wondering how things could get any more strange
I keep thinking that this life can't get any more magical
As soon as I feel like I know what to expect,
the path transforms once again, right under my feet
Doors close and windows open right in front of my face
This path is forever changing and adapting
Constantly shifting and expanding dimensions
I find the singularity and liberate myself with each breath
Pure eternal bliss...
Everything is perfect as it always was
Everything is perfect no matter what happens next
Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 10:23 PM UTC
I didn't bite the apple, but now I see that
there's a dangerously blurred line
between liberation and
thraldom
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 5:37 PM UTC
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
-Haiku
Indelible Words
Inked as small
whispered traces
Liberate the mind.
-R.
10.28.17
-LA
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 12:45 AM UTC
Shh...
You can taste it, can't you?
The nectar of the forbidden fruit,
the music that dances in your ear.
Crashing on bed,
the sheets ripple as you're lost to the
beat.
Your heart's aflame.
Tendrils of adrenaline begin to spark
and spread through you, from the
fingertips to your bedroom eyes.
Naked,
the silk sheets caresses massage your body.
Strokes like gossamer wings
flutter in you,
around you.
The golden sax becomes a sensual purr,
as you are kissed by the smooth
sounds of sweet murmurs.
Tongues are chisels
that leave you some sheen.
Fingers are brushstrokes,
that combs your chest and
forgets no details
as it traces shapes over
your goose-prickled flesh.
Writhing in the pleasure of
golden smoothness, with
lucid silhouettes of heated
summer layers during wintered nights.
The sax growls through your ears,
and all that is seen are its glittering lips,
the promise of the sweet doom and amour fou...
For
nothing is more
liberating,
nothing is more
enthralling than
the
carnals
thrill of the illicit.
A candied fingers to your lips...
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 4:51 PM UTC
I am a sealed
envelope
licked by
past promises
that have found
a home
in the corners
of my frame
Go on
cut it open
liberate me
I dare you
Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 4:42 AM UTC
Feeling astrayed
Freshly betrayed
Emotions cascade
Just no word
Going absurd
Visions blurred
No remembrance
Just a present tense
Let me be in silence
To contemplate
To hibernate
To liberate
Wanna be autonomous
Wanna go unconscious
Wanna be anonymous
Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 1:11 PM UTC
It’s a new day dawning yet we’re still living in the past
Embracing colonialism and saving the rest for last
You know, the rest meaning the other cultures because you think they don’t matter
But it’s time for that glass of classism and racism to shatter
It’s funny how when I go to University I’m rarely taught by people who look like me
No matter how much the white lecturers may try, they will never understand my cultural identity
So don’t get mad if I doze off in your lecture because I just can’t relate
If I speak up I may start the great debate
Learning about Ancient Greeks and those who lived in Rome is fine
But what about the indigenous people of the Caribbean or stories of what went through the slave’s mind?
University is more than just learning about what makes Western culture great
There’s more to this world that we can truly celebrate
America and Haiti both had a revolution
So if we want to make a change we need to come up with a solution
It’s a new day dawning and we plan to decolonise
Despite our obstacles, we will rise
Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 7:39 AM UTC
She inspires me to raise my voice,
and let myself be heard
She inspires me to stand my ground,
to find my own place in this world
She inspires me to chase my dreams,
and never be deterred
She inspires me for every day,
she's as free as any bird
Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 5:55 PM UTC
You don't have to prove anything
to anyone
Especially people who didn't wash the blood off your hands,
Especially those who didn't hold you while you shook so hard you rattled your brain,
You actually rattled your brain,
You don't have to remember
or explain what happened to strangers
whose eyes penetrate your shirt
To see the scars that seep through the white
you owe a reason to no one for why you don't like to fight or speak in front of people
They weren't there when you had to shave your head because it was falling out anyway
They weren't there when you threw away your last needle,
so **** them
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 2:53 AM UTC
I know love not as an arm around a waist,
nor fingers teasing hair and running down a neck--
but as a temporary tattoo,
and the fleeting taste of Zebra Fruit Stripe Gum.
And just like Da Vinci never slept,
but took several naps a day--
So do I fall in love daily,
but tenfold!
The deep yearning that wells within my soul
and sits as the lump lodged within my aching throat,
I stumble through the day tripping over my enamoredness
towards any kind soul who dares to look my way,
or speak my name,
or touch my hand--
and I want to set up a kissing booth
in the middle of a shopping center
or my college campus,
and solicit others to grant me a taste of their humanity
in the holiest of ways,
man or woman,
young or old,
to but press their lips against mine for a second
and I would become illuminated,
rejuvenated,
and I would leap from my weary mental confines
like a grasshopper springing out of tall grass,
and love would well up within me--
Not as a transient fix,
but an anchor in these uncharted waters,
a cool glass of milk to a parched throat in a late night hour,
outlasting any cheap ****** or content stomach,
and shying away the facade of complacency.
I would burst forth like a battering ram
through the prison cell doors I weep and wallow behind,
and I'd have a skip in my step
that would ferry me across every pond and great lake.
For these hands do not pray,
but they tremble, and they ache.
And these lips do as hands do,
as they rest upon a placid face
that looks in the mirror and reads
of the anguish seeping out of inflamed pores
and burrowing between the creases
alluding a furrowed brow,
and if but a kiss could render one free
from such odious palpations,
then I'll gladly set mine to the liberator,
whomever it may be--
And how many lips does it take
to get to the center of my frozen aching heart?
The world may never know.
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 11:12 PM UTC
There is a time in a person's life when that internal clock will ring
when a higher force will wake us from our slumber with a sting
having been given individual trials, we hope we'll do our best
but we are insensitive, overcome with laziness, a desire for rest
The little things in life, how so often we take them for granted
quickly losing touch with reality, and becoming disenchanted
thinking we can forge relationships, with the blinking of an eye
failing to feel the hurt we cause others, with our final good-bye
We, as human beings, must first come to acknowledge the truth
the problems we all hide in our closet, they started in our youth
but the error of our thinking, is clear and can only be addressed
when we're willing to accept the fact, that this life is only a test
Attempts at self denial are truly futile, because you remain unchanged
accomplishing nothing, only from yourself will you become estranged
an endless light of healing must be released, to that location unknown
thereby removing that which blocks our thinking, our heart of stone
Your mind is your cage, only if you desire, you can set yourself free
don't believe in the lies you're told, you can be what you want to be
if you never give up, you alone will be able to preserve the true way
by choosing your destiny, no one else will, because this is your day
Liberate yourself from the enslavement, transitory passions of the day
either stand up to the pressures, or you'll just find yourself blown away
you must trust your heart as it knows the truth, and it alone will succeed
choosing the only real path, that path from where the light shall proceed
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 4:21 PM UTC
I think it's wise
To bat and blink your eyes,
And to pretend to fly
-at times
Times when the saltiness of your tears
Taste like a Dark & Stormy
From your bitter years
Times when you feel your feet,
But not on the ground
When your mind feels stripped
But not quite sound
Times when you feel like a wilting flower
Energy diminished, &your; mood is sour
You blink, and forever has come and gone
But it's not even past the hour
Though it feels so long
It's the times we feel lost
That liberate us to fly free
Because as long as we're lost
There are endless possibilities
So remember,
When deep in the kerfuffle,
To ruffle your feathers,
Ride out the weather
Close your eyes,
And simply,
Fly.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 3:54 PM UTC
I envisioned each of my cavities as bad memories, the fillings able to lock them up so I wouldn’t have to feel them so wholeheartedly anymore. These fillings didn’t last forever though and when they wore off the past came back with a persistent vengeance.
The dentist would play these celestial piano songs that would tune out the sound of the drill. Sometimes i felt like I could get closer to you in these moments. Forced to stare up at the ceiling, I wondered if this was what you too saw in your last fleeting moments.
The novacane made me realize I didn’t want to be numb anymore, I wanted to take everything in and get over it but that’s not how grieving works. You don’t call the shots, you only hold on for your life hoping that the end, although nowhere near in sight, is good to you.
My first poem was about you, how you’re like the sunset. Now looking back I realize you are the sunrise, washing away the worries of yesterday. Bringing in new light and a clean slate, Your smile is the beginning not the end. I refuse to use past tense when it comes to you because I keep you alive with the words I speak and the memories I keep.
Whenever I’m lost I wake for the sunrise and find myself again.
Whenever I feel like I lost you I wake for the sunrise and find you again.
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 3:02 AM UTC
Your heart is ice,
but my hands can be fire,
I promise.
just stay.
I can melt through you-
let me hold you,
and take the pain
away.
But I can't help but leave
destruction in my wake.
I'm burning up
our days.
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 1:52 PM UTC