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My name is Natiq Jalil. I am an artist/poet from Denver, CO, now living in Pittsburgh, PA. I am not here to put my personal life on blast. I am here to promote my art and to find inspiration for it. If you like what you see, would like to purchase and/or collaborate on a piece of art, or if you can see yourself being the sujbect of one of my pieces, please send me a message. I will definitely be in contact with you. Just please be warned; my art takes a serious amount of time to complete. Know that if/when I accept a commission, it will be some time before it is completed. Also, if you're interested, some more of my art is at this site:

http://natiq.deviantart.com/

Anyway, here is a poem of mine that may be the realest thing I ever wrote:

I'm standing on the edge but no, I'm not committing suicide. I just wanted a better look at the sky.

Cause here, I can gaze at the moon, undisturbed, uninterrupted by the silhouettes of the leaves of trees blowing aimlessly in the breeze and converse with my ancestors silently in nostalgic reverie.

You see, no one understands me.

And no, I am not trying to commit suicide. I just wanted a better look at the sky.

I want to outline the moon in weed smoke. Reminisce on lazy mornings before my seed woke.

Ponder the moon's revolution and how it looks like a pendulum swinging slowly in only one direction. I just want a lingering moment of perfection.

You see, I've committed countless suicides, hanging my life between ancient books on the highest shelf. Constantly dying to live again like Khepri at dawn. Wiping away the fingerprints of the old me so I can reinvent my self.

I live my life, perpetually scrutinized by others claiming to be friends, family and lovers, baby's mothers who are secretly undercover people who really just don't know me. See, I tend to think fast and speak slowly.

So people misunderstand my silence as unknowing and take it upon themselves to show me. Some people misinterpret my lack of organized religion as unholy.

Some people take my insight as blindness and mistake me for you, Confuse my smile with love, my blank face with depression, and correctly interpret my eyes as truth.

And so many people are afraid my eyes... afraid of me. So they narrow their accusing eyes because they can't understand me.

See, instead of roaming the streets, making the fast loot. I'd rather attend community forums and get in touch with my grass roots.

I don't want fame or oceans of beautiful, big booty women or the friendship of celebrities who'd greet me with a smiling head nod.

I'd rather meet an average woman in passing whose smile makes me feel I'm in the presence of god.

I'd rather struggle righteously than succeed corruptly. I don't want to die slowly in luxury, filtering out the truth, hushingly. I'd rather take a bullet for the cause, possessing nothing and die abruptly.

But in the meantime, I want to live. Even if it is only for a moment.

So please, just let me have just this short time of atonement.

Yes, I'm standing on the edge but no, I'm not committing suicide. I just wanted a better look at the sky.

Natiq...

I also serve as a member of the Jamuse Site Advisory Board.