My name is not Mohamed

Nor Mohammed Mohammad or Muhammad 

It is a name with no sins

The messenger of god

The last prophet to spread god’s religion

With the name put through gold, dirt and rusting from age 

It’s a memory from many peoples cry

My name’s not Mohamed

From deep flames held on both sides

A name known to the birds and worms

Not the best brutal world beating boxer

My name’s not the kick of a soccer champion

It’s the 6 year old child wandering in the dessert hoping he finds water

I’m a symbol of my family

I’m the one that will break the change; the force that will make it distinct

I’m called a fire raging in a blizzard and my tears leave burns in the snow.