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Why is it that upon introduction the name Mohammed conjures explosive images of IED’s in Iraq
Apocryphal tales of pedophile prophets or the collapsible structure of the World Trade that
Sinister September as thousands perished within the embers
A name
Bestowed to millions worldwide once defined as praiseworthy
Now? A simple justification for TSA Agents to pull you aside for a “random screening” 
So now we, shorten our name to three letters, M-O-E simply so we can be seen as citizens of the U-S-A
Force fed football and American pie we assimilate allowing prior culture to evaporate
Eradicate the boiling pot, replaced it with some iron locks, threw away the key and had the stark naked with hoods on as Guantanamo guards laughed and stood about.
“Go back home, terrorists are not welcome!” Spray painted in red on garage doors or the front lawn.
Shaima Alawadi to Trayvon Martin, whether hoodies or hijabs, perhaps religion or race
Innocent lives lost make resilience grow strong
From Selma, Alabama to Palestinian borders the nooses of the past have come back to haunt us
I envision New World Orders where Muslims will be slaughtered, placed in internment camps they’ve already started torture.
During troubled times such as these I remember what was taught to me
Not though Quranic verses or radical Imams inciting indifference
Rather through Jefferson when he said, “A government that fears the people is truly a democracy”
However, we seem closer to Tunisian tyranny
Wire tapped phones and surveilling secret eyes emblazoned upon pyramid heights
Hidden domestic spies silent within wallets watching us walk by
Far too many seem content with living a lie, but I’d rather die upon my feet than to live upon my knees 
And if the blood of a scholar weighs more than that of a martyr than every time I write
I bleed
And every time I speak I’m waging war with well placed words against the injustice of the world 
And still I stand 
A beacon of hope to the youth for adults because they always think were up to no good 
And still I rise from the ashes of conformity, a poetical phoenix rising from the shackles of society
I hope to be the brain sparked by Tupac when he said he wouldn’t be the one to change the world but he would spark the brain that would
I hope to be the bearer of the flag bringing forth a new era
I hope to do all this and maybe one day 
You’ll think of me when you hear the name Mohammed.


Mohammed:A Poem About a Name

Is it wrong for me to say I found the meaning of life at the age of sixteen in a school parking lot beside a Buick that we was beaten up
Saw materialism at its essence slowly creeping up,teens such as myself in cars more expensive than a house
With the cool gray J's,fresh,barely out the box
Locked within a vicious cycle quite malicious to its disciples
The Jersey Shore religion,parables of tanning missions with silicone fascinations and uproars over cancellations
The redefinition of a once great nation,the decline of society and civilization
A microwave generation,youth search for instant gratification
Drugs,drunks,and a temporary elation or joy through sensation
Seeking empty fulfillment through the hollow shells of a prestigious education
The Ivy league enrollers,supposed scholars with the white Oxford collars
Stressing over SAT's on a Saturday a day of ease,do they believe six figure salaries are the road to peace?
Or simply to greed and the eventual disease,the desire for significance and meaning to a life
Cause the path of a man is college,job,then a wife
A list of milestones spread far a mile long as we simple move along the continuum in sight
Afraid to leave the light to find the wisdom seen in strifeThe reason why we strive as human beings for a life
Afraid to even fail so we cheat on a standardized test hoping we could be the best
A constant chatter within class,unable to learn yet we yearn for acceptance by our peers and no longer have the fear that we could maybe disappear
The hollow relics of the past,fragile as a crystal swan glass beside a revolver as a storm comes to pass
I must be dreaming as I view the chaotic scenery that surrounds me,the sounds of silence so deafening as death comes beckoning
The cause of worldly questioning due to words of after life mentioning
I see death lurking,following within the shadows in the stillness of the soulI can still hear the moans of the ghouls of the lost souls bound on a road with perdition as the goal
As the soundtrack plays degrading words of supposed idols,we sit idle in front of screens with a center piece bible
Deaf to the screams of poverty,content with the view we see,comfort is a zone that resembles penal colonies
Born so original although we die a copy,a product of the school produced industry that causes creativity to atrophy conducively
Reduce to servility and leave us unable to believe that we truly are trapped within the confines of our very own minds
At times I wonder why I try,if every action is merely just a lesson in futility
But then I hear the revolutionist inside of me,screaming to be free
So I retrain the mentality and shun the teachings of the beast
Cause the path to world peace begins with a change in personal philosophies So stand tall for your beliefs and deliver truth even if your voice quivers
And really listen to what I say,dont just pass me off as another guy with a microphone
Question what you see,from unjust acts to mass atrocities
Read more books cause education doesnt end with a college degree
become who you could be and follow through with your dreams
And now I need you all to raise a fist up with me

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