The reason for this letter,
is not because I’m afraid to speak these words to each one of you individually
But rather I prefer to allow you
To gather the emotion of love from your own heart
In reading my thoughts relayed to you in the best of firm kindnesses
Often times, it’s the only time one
From amongst two stops or is forced
To listen…
Ever since anyone can remember a thought or moment in observing me
Never has anyone known me to be the aggressor
Instead you’ve found me the opposite
Quiet, humble, and taken back
Except in defending myself
Not because I’m better than anyone, but because that’s who n how I truly am
A lot has been said or done
When I was really angry at how such cheap shots could be made
I have a code within myself
For those of family and life- long friends
I definitely prefer to look the other way
Even when it would be gratifying temporarily to knock’ ‘‘em out
For one, the likeliness of seeing eachother again is great
And someone has to be the bigger man/person
I’ve never been in competition with anyone except myself
I’ve lived and also had to learn many other things the hard way
Overcoming and conquering my own demons
But I never gave up!
Perhaps that’s the difference
When you see me
that really makes one mad at themselves
Making the best of every opportunity, you can’t blame me for that
But you do…
As you see me in relationship to you selves
Not many role models does this family have
And of those regarded as such, have since passed
Leaving the family structure to fall apart
Succumbing to gossip, and complaints about those who are still misguided or struggling with life
Alcoholism and other harsh drugs ensue the continued torture
Of a family curse that continues into succeeding generations
Never can a nephew or niece know better than a son his own father
Although for some of you he was a hero and someone you looked up too
‘Keep those memories”, they’re yours…they belong to you
But never tell me that is who he really was
For a persons character should never change because of his/her audience
For me my inspiration was always my mother
Instead he (father) mastered the art of deceptions in keepin up appearances
And many amongst the family know/knew exactly what n who he was
Ask the wife in North Carolina
Or the other on Burt Rd
Even the one who has been sentenced to dem football numbers
From following in that same character
watching as a child these nights of terror
After my grandfather (moms pop) passed
is when I first started to see the changes begin to surface
Never would he (father) lived another day, if he (grandfather) knew he was starting to put is hands on her (mom).
Still to small, I used to beg Allah for strength to defender her
You never hear me speak of him (father)
Instead you bring him up
And when I stop you by telling you my truth, you don’t want to accept it
So to me about him it would be better to just shut up…
Like your memories, this is my truth and I’ll tell it anyway I want
It seems to me when we differ
I disagree with what you say in the moment
Not erasing you entirely as kin or as a friend
Which is why I’m able to also just pick up where we last left off
with the same love
but
Not you,
Your differences lead you to past judgment over me
Trying to find fault with the way I dress, eat, speak, believe, my children, or even in this case immediate family circumstances in my own history
Because you need to paint me the way you want
Although you don’t have enough paint and your pictures all wrong
For one it’s too small
Oh how I’ve grown
From which you lack understanding yourself
or for situations that have occurred in my life where you weren’t even present
Tell me if that’s not da face of arrogance…
Its unfortunate, perhaps there’s much to be gained if you could open your heart
Honestly, I’m quick to forgive although I may choose to not forget
Because I know what comes my direction is from the devils that other people allow to settle within themselves making them feel like their own actions are pleasant
Devils of selfishness, greed, jealousy, puffed up pride and ego that instructs their mouths to say these things and defiantly differ with me
Can’t you see how my Lord has taught me my character, Negativity has become fuel for me
So, never will your poisonous arrows penetrate and the angels will return them all to sender,
so watch out for what befalls thee…
Sayyar Isma’il Swift
`family matter~
2022 copyright/ publishing
is not because I’m afraid to speak these words to each one of you individually
But rather I prefer to allow you
To gather the emotion of love from your own heart
In reading my thoughts relayed to you in the best of firm kindnesses
Often times, it’s the only time one
From amongst two stops or is forced
To listen…
Ever since anyone can remember a thought or moment in observing me
Never has anyone known me to be the aggressor
Instead you’ve found me the opposite
Quiet, humble, and taken back
Except in defending myself
Not because I’m better than anyone, but because that’s who n how I truly am
A lot has been said or done
When I was really angry at how such cheap shots could be made
I have a code within myself
For those of family and life- long friends
I definitely prefer to look the other way
Even when it would be gratifying temporarily to knock’ ‘‘em out
For one, the likeliness of seeing eachother again is great
And someone has to be the bigger man/person
I’ve never been in competition with anyone except myself
I’ve lived and also had to learn many other things the hard way
Overcoming and conquering my own demons
But I never gave up!
Perhaps that’s the difference
When you see me
that really makes one mad at themselves
Making the best of every opportunity, you can’t blame me for that
But you do…
As you see me in relationship to you selves
Not many role models does this family have
And of those regarded as such, have since passed
Leaving the family structure to fall apart
Succumbing to gossip, and complaints about those who are still misguided or struggling with life
Alcoholism and other harsh drugs ensue the continued torture
Of a family curse that continues into succeeding generations
Never can a nephew or niece know better than a son his own father
Although for some of you he was a hero and someone you looked up too
‘Keep those memories”, they’re yours…they belong to you
But never tell me that is who he really was
For a persons character should never change because of his/her audience
For me my inspiration was always my mother
Instead he (father) mastered the art of deceptions in keepin up appearances
And many amongst the family know/knew exactly what n who he was
Ask the wife in North Carolina
Or the other on Burt Rd
Even the one who has been sentenced to dem football numbers
From following in that same character
watching as a child these nights of terror
After my grandfather (moms pop) passed
is when I first started to see the changes begin to surface
Never would he (father) lived another day, if he (grandfather) knew he was starting to put is hands on her (mom).
Still to small, I used to beg Allah for strength to defender her
You never hear me speak of him (father)
Instead you bring him up
And when I stop you by telling you my truth, you don’t want to accept it
So to me about him it would be better to just shut up…
Like your memories, this is my truth and I’ll tell it anyway I want
It seems to me when we differ
I disagree with what you say in the moment
Not erasing you entirely as kin or as a friend
Which is why I’m able to also just pick up where we last left off
with the same love
but
Not you,
Your differences lead you to past judgment over me
Trying to find fault with the way I dress, eat, speak, believe, my children, or even in this case immediate family circumstances in my own history
Because you need to paint me the way you want
Although you don’t have enough paint and your pictures all wrong
For one it’s too small
Oh how I’ve grown
From which you lack understanding yourself
or for situations that have occurred in my life where you weren’t even present
Tell me if that’s not da face of arrogance…
Its unfortunate, perhaps there’s much to be gained if you could open your heart
Honestly, I’m quick to forgive although I may choose to not forget
Because I know what comes my direction is from the devils that other people allow to settle within themselves making them feel like their own actions are pleasant
Devils of selfishness, greed, jealousy, puffed up pride and ego that instructs their mouths to say these things and defiantly differ with me
Can’t you see how my Lord has taught me my character, Negativity has become fuel for me
So, never will your poisonous arrows penetrate and the angels will return them all to sender,
so watch out for what befalls thee…
Sayyar Isma’il Swift
`family matter~
2022 copyright/ publishing
Holy Quran 26:224
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وَٱلشُّعَرَآءُ يَتَّبِعُهُمُ ٱلْغَاوُۥنَ
And the poets - [only] the deviators follow them;
Holy Quran 26:225
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أَلَمْ تَرَ أَنَّهُمْ فِى كُلِّ وَادٍ يَهِيمُونَ
Do you not see that they are in every valley {speaking about every subject under the sun, praising people right & wrong}
Holy Quran 26:226
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وَأَنَّهُمْ يَقُولُونَ مَا لَا يَفْعَلُونَ
And that they say what they do not do? -[or speak about what they know not]
Holy Quran 26:227
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إِلَّا ٱلَّذِينَ ءَامَنُوا۟ وَعَمِلُوا۟ ٱلصَّٰلِحَٰتِ وَذَكَرُوا۟ ٱللَّهَ كَثِيرًا وَٱنتَصَرُوا۟ مِنۢ بَعْدِ مَا ظُلِمُوا۟ ۗ وَسَيَعْلَمُ ٱلَّذِينَ ظَلَمُوٓا۟ أَىَّ مُنقَلَبٍ يَنقَلِبُونَ
Except those [poets] who believe and do righteous deeds and remember Allah often and defend and vindicate themselves after being wronged and defend [the Muslims] by replying back in their poetry to the unjust poet {speaker} after they were wronged. And those who have done the wrong are going to know to what [kind of] return they will be returned.