thanks bra ..

Dear PaPa dont leave me here ur daughter is calling why can't u hear? " ur dad is dying, ur dad is in a coma" PaPa please, i can't make it without u here Wake up!!! i want u to me clear So many things i wanna tell u, can u lend me ur ear? I missed u Pa, i didn't see u in years my eyes, my hair, my swagger, and my pretty teeth When i look at the mirror , its u i see Thanks Pa for all ur good genes "I love u pa" is what always wanted to say. Dear Pa don't leave me here Thank u for raising me, thank u for always being there. Thank u for being both parents , when mam wasn't there Thanks for all the nights u held me to sleep And killing me softly with ur boring life speech Dear Pa don't leave me here You taught me how to fight boys with ur karate technique And never to lie, and never to steal Proud of me is what i always wanted u to be You taught me how to dream, and be all i can be You always said being a father was ur biggest dream But being ur daughter is God's Greatest gift to me Father of the Year award should've been urs year after year Drear Pa don't leave me here Im begging God , im on my knees Please don't take father away from me away from his kids, away from me Sick all alone in a foreign country I know death is where we heading eventually But Please God have mercy on me Next to us , let father be. a daughter's cry to her dying father

i love that poem .. im sure u guys didn't believe that God said that but u should look at the contest of the poem .. nice one though .. i get the msg

born in the land of Arabia raised in northern Atlanta a combination of west and east i became confused believer of true love i claim a western love speaks body than words huggin, touchin, feelin you up close under the same roof playin man and wife no promises of tomorrow ,just livin this life body2body obsession, heart 2 heart disconnection sorry western love, my heart and body have a special connection Arabian love can sure talk the talk Wouldn't believe it though it never walks the walk Promises of the sun and the moon as a gift Pocket full of oil money , thinkin you ain't worth shit You still dumb arab, you ain't that slick Western love with its body obsession Arab love with its money addiction Somali love with its qabil discretion Damn how can i love with no misconception **** them all. am love like me with body,heart , and soul now thats the key so bored so i wrote