The way i write poetry,
My i must say, is how i speak.
Because in such a manner, words can be unclear,
This unclear translation is where people take my words in the wrong way,
Based on how they feel in that very moment towards me.
And their basis of morals.
But oh my people!
I am not one for cutting you down!
With my sword of truth - حَقّ
The one that was bestowed to me
The instant my mind humbled itself
And admitted I know nothing.
so
Salaam be apon you, i only seek for
The growth of knowledge between us
God be our impartial judge,
Let there not be jealousy nor bitter resentment.
For i am, as they say, a knight,
A female knight, a scholarly knight,
I hold no bias over what information has been given to me
Except for if it were a blatant lie, i shall sweep it down in one fell strike
But i do not strike on things i do not understand complete and resound!
A friendly duel at dawn, shy not away,
So long as you follow and have some semblance of morality,
A lance of your own, and separate emotions from your judgments,
But factor them in for the means of an end,
A poetic respectful banter awaits for us both.
And the result shall be the shining light
Of truth
Or murky waters of clay
For us to test.