REFLECTION OF ASWAD: SERIES Vol.1

ZARIF FASIL MUHAMMAD · ZEFASIL

Jan 2013 · ZFM of Zefasil ePublishing

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The soul of a Black Muslim is born in city conceived in the bed room of Parents and the city is Boston where I'm from Roxbury but I don't remember a skyline or the smell form back then. Rather I remember the City people of which were Pioneers of the nation of Islam who have been simple Muslims for long after during the Leadership of Warith Deen Mohammed the gave birth to communities all across America that gave birth to my parents union that they grew to love. I long for happiness like my parents young lovers married early on with me being the last of those five children the baby boy. Seek out my Ides of March at every turn Brutus's himself couldn't stop my reign of these unreserved take notes of highs and lows. So many trips to clouds I had remember it form one last puff no need to pass. For me no blasphemy is intend but understanding is of the nature of idea is for too achieve. Left to my advancement I came up out the halls of Clarkston High School with my kin folk from around the World with a pimp dead under that rock I love those places and cities in the south all over this southern battle grounds. Southern blood Lion lines prevail still out of New England. I stumbled in the cold of far eastern coast so after hard victory my belly touched the ground and I started to crawl where warriors and eagles take root. But when I return the Burke was the Bulldog I resembled the mercy an Allah told they would say it more to this truth so I said I would raise a army. Yet the Marines is the one that had My Back Thanks Big Bro The Canine and the Lion made for by Government Use Only.