MINING A FAITH My language tells me all I know That for every name, is a contour To the beginning of it's origin That God breathe into souls I pushed in fears, oxygenate prayers And dioxidize glory in a carbonated poem That to back my country Is to lick lips of men with juicy curses My head stocking valleys of grieving That heaven is full of lovers The sun adores moon Like how lord sweeten kids For men are riot gods Men fighting peace to how stars looked peaceful That for in a second a trumpet plays We will all melt into sands gone And there be a holy poem to recite That for every angel's letter Is an acquaintance of either of two postal stamps YOUR RIGHT HAND? Everything in right means good to go YOUR LEFT HAND? There are more classes after learning red. Your body deceives you DANGEROUS ZONE The address being located at the street in your spine My language tells me all I know That everything invisible isn't God God is always beautiful when you close your eyes looking into his.
Aliyu Umar Muhammad is an 18 years old Nigerian writer, poet, spoken word artist and a member of Hill Top Creative Arts Foundation, TYNSWA and Guided Minds Initiatives. His works are published and forth coming on: Kalahari review, pine cone review, open doors magazine and elsewhere.