Do you even see me? Or not?
Am I something you acknowledge from within?
Have you ever asked me? Or not?
I've never once uttered that I was free of sin.
Do I look content to you? Or not?
Though you clearly recognise the twinkle in my eyes.
. . . Am I oppressed? Absolutely not!
For I live, to return beyond the skies.
© Dec 2007 Umm Thameenah