Yakoobi's Student - Poem

Our young and childish games
Could somehow reveal, tell apart
Those who believed in burning flames
From those who had indeed a good start.

I was taught not to feel ashamed
From the beginning of my time;
No real authority when masters came
But lots of it in my own mind.

Bearded men, a Holy book,
A stage to play along
Was the reality that made us think
About what’s good and wrong.

Our knowledge was immense
And our lives were put at risk
Just to unveil that great light,
That great Holy bright
Instead of a closed fist.

Among all the other girls,
I am blessed to be
As brave as a the birds,
As brave as Yacoobi.