To The So Called Plus Size Women

They are called Plus-Size,
Even though the majority of Angels are anorexic,
I never understood why curvy,
Love handle ridden women are scrutinized,

Maybe it is just me,
But I love that feeling,
When a woman’s curves,
Seem to be never ending,

Able to grab on in case she gets carried away,
When so called ‘plus size’ women,
Have to jump in front of the mirror,
In order to squeeze into their jeans,

It is the best feeling in the world,
When your Queen isn’t afraid to engage in an eating contest,
Not afraid of calories,
Or whether she will gain 1 or 2 pounds,

So this love riddim,
Goes out to all my so called ‘plus size’ Queens,
Who are emotionally and physically tortured,
For being more beautiful than those who look like skeletons,


How To Write A Love Song

Have you ever wrote a love song,
Wished for the stars but received so much more,
Stood watching the sunset,
Hands wrapped around her waist,
Kissing the back of her neck,
Whispering role play fantasies,
As the sun goes down,
She utters,

‘I love you’…

Powerful enough to erase past memories,
Every ex-man disappears,
Every crazy ex girlfriend forgotten,
Laying under the stars,
In the backseat of a broken down Chevy,
You ask ‘can I roll you delicately,
Just as I roll my Mary J’s’,
Her body speaks (no words expressed),

‘Can’t get you out of my mind’…

Best of both worlds,
Woman I want to spend the rest of my life with,
Places her hands on my chest,
Expressing affection,
‘You are my King’,
Can’t weather the storm,
Only choice is to become one with her intellect,
Bow down before her feet,
Worship everything in-between,
From her head to her toes,

‘It is time’…

For this song to end,
Moment she holds your head close,
Close enough to her chest,
Hear her heart beating,
Gentle winds cause the hair on her arms to rise,
Slowly taking off every article of clothing,
She promised to give you everything,
Didn’t know what it meant until you were blindfolded,
Wrote vows on each other’s stomach with the tip of your tongues,

‘I love you’…

I’m The Man

When I announce ‘I’m the man’,
It is not for an ego boost,
Rather, I truly believe it,

‘I’m the man’,

When I commit an error, I admit it,
When I utter nonsense, I analyze it,
When I make love, I destroy it,
When I kiss my lover, I feel it,

Last thing before I close my eyes,
Pray to God on behalf of my father,
Ask for forgiveness on behalf of my mother,

It is just as Mr. Blacc wrote,
Be a king when kingdom comes,

When I announce ‘I’m the man’,
It is not for an ego boost,
Rather, I truly believe it,

‘I’m the man’,

All my doubters,
Keep on doubting,

If I fall short of the moon,
At least I’ll fall safely,
Found a Queen whose also my doctor,

Go ahead and spill my secrets,
Everybody knows I was an addict,

Everything changed,
When I came to the most beautiful realization,

When I announce ‘I’m the man’,
It is not for an ego boost,
Rather, I truly believe it,

‘I’m the man’,

My One & Only

God blessed the way she moves,
God blessed every inch of her body,
God blessed her with top notch intellect,

When I ask her to move it,
When I ask her to shake it,

She doesn’t hesitate,
She bows and prostrates,

Places her palms,
On my chest,
Every bone in my body quivers,

Licks her lips,
Tilts her head,

Kissing me softly,
Riding me gently,

She’s my queen,
She’s my one and only,

My Prophet

He is a Father Figure,
He was a Prophet,

All I wish for before I die,
Being able to extend my hand,
Hold him close;
Adore his smile;

Sahih Bukhari Volume 8, Book 73, Number 114:
Narrated ‘Aisha:

I never saw the Prophet laughing to an extent that one could see his palate, but he always used to smile only.

Playful with children,
No matter the time or day,
During prayer,
He was gentle,

Sahih Bukhari Volume 8, Book 73, Number 25:
Narrated Abu Qatada:

The Prophet came out towards us, while carrying Umamah, the daughter of Abi Al-As (his grand-daughter) over his shoulder. He prayed, and when he wanted to bow, he put her down, and when he stood up, he lifted her up.

(The) best husband,
Never used bad language,
Never cursed,

Sahih Bukhari Volume 4, Book 56, Number 759:
Narrated ‘Abdullah bin ‘Amr:

The Prophet never used bad language neither a “Fahish nor a Mutafahish. He used to say “The best amongst you are those who have the best manners and character.”

Imaging sitting next to your best friend,
Your father,
Your uncle,
Receiving a playful kiss (on top of your head),

Sahih Bukhari Volume 8, Book 73, Number 26:
Narrated Abu Huraira:

Allah’s Apostle kissed Al-Hasan bin Ali while Al-Aqra’ bin Habis At-Tamim was sitting beside him. Al-Aqra said, “I have ten children and I have never kissed anyone of them,” Allah’s Apostle cast a look at him and said, “Whoever is not merciful to others will not be treated mercifully.”