Sinner Poem by iqra hassan

I was already carrying within me,
That blasphemous flesh which bowed to demigods,
That blood which was void of any piety,
The pricking thoughts of all those thorns,
That grew in the midst of weeds,
Thatseasoned the platter of sin and sorrow..
I already had in me,
That rebel who when raises its head,
Beheads all the existing notions,
Of modesty, shame, sanity and righteousness..
A rebel that spits on the face of the morals,
I was already living with,
The scars of burning sands of desire,
The grains of which slid through my hands,
Yet remained in my threads..
I was ever a sinner was I not?
IQRA.