Open Plain Jane

Bismillah...

When it comes to poetry you can call me Plain Jane;

I'm very simplistic and to the point, no metaphors about the rain;

99.9% of the time I'm praising my LORD's name;

the rest of it is my attempt to keep from going insane...

No need to read between them, I'll put it all on the line;

Call it a flaw or my best attribute, but I freely speak my mind;

I've learned to be more cautious, a gift that came with time;

but it's not my duty to make you happy the rule is that I be kind;

Now I can do nothing less than uphold and deliver the truth;

my only weapon against falsehood is sound indisputable proof;

I fire into the open plain unlike the snipper who waits on the roof;

because I'm on borrowed time & no longer have the luxury of my youth...

I won't ask you to forgive me for it would mean I did something wrong;

but I will request your respect in an attempt to keep our relationship strong...

In the company of the silent is not where Amelah belongs;

for to not be known as the weakest of faith she's worked her whole life long...

may ALLAH be pleased...ameen