A stream of too much words

My mind was like a stream of distortion,
Distraction, too many words, traffic.
He knows, but methinks, He knew.
It is Him that He is our Holy Creator,
But I don’t mean Him as a male, He is not a man nor a woman,
But a word He who needs no one but Himself.
They said a mother gives life to the front of our eyes,
But a father alone cannot give, so the mother must get involved,
So the mother of our mothers are the essence for life,
But He who needs no one, it is Him, the First,
And it will be Him, the Last, not you nor me.
Now you see why I say He, for a man alone, cannot produce life,
Without their woman, you see that I think too far,
Like the stream of distortion, distraction, too many words, traffic!
I think not low of women, but I think highly of them because they are givers,
So we men must treat them equal that like they would treat us equal, always been
From the old-time to now that women have been treating men as men want,
But my mind went too far, so I am a just person who talks out of the words.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

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This Engrained Heart

I am a Deaf male, and I write what comes my mind. I have been creatively writing since 2010, and from there has been growing my excitement and passionate for my poetry and writing.

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