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people black my leading gate heaven's white the at Me

feet my at collared Cerberus gown red blood a with

me see and down come to god white a challenging am I

grenades make to angels his training

together cheeks our pressed shaytan with hands left Shaking

jaw my to next sin rattlesnake boney blood solid Him greeting in

genesis quiet of instead violence of symphony a is religion My

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comfort white of sound the to itself tune cannot it

enough soft not is names nine-ninety Her all Lord my of utterance the Even

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white was Allah when white were them of two the when

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ISHA CAMARA is a poet, visual and makeup artist hailing from South Minneapolis and a proud Aries. Most subjects she writes about circle thoughts and experiences of her identity as a Black Muslim woman and the ways in which she navigates in America, then understanding how America responds back to her. Isha’s purpose is to give a narrative that create conversations supplied with empathy, driven with tenderness.