ameriKKKa's Most Hated Muslim Poet

My Tyke

Before midnight before heading out to work, dry or storm. I can remember tucking you in my tyke

On many a dark and wintry night. Knowing mother would tend to and keep you safe and warm

As she had done from the moment you were born
nearly thirty five years ago

By
Abu Lateef
©2022

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My Tyke