Often, I’ve found,

the truth to be uneasy.

But to be given a chance to speak this freely…

Well, I must.

Let’s hear it, Saima, who are you really?

 

You see,

19 I am and thirsty

I remain.

Hungry to be used

and grateful to be unchained

Tall, tan, and thick, like the trees before me;

I think too much, I speak too much:

I am insane.

 

No filter in this world can shade me,

yet I am always shaded.

I can’t help but become who they want to see,

I can’t help but be who they need me to be.

I love hearing those things that shouldn't be heard, 

I love feeling those emotions when there are no words. 

I love knowing what I shouldn't know, 

I love meeting a new face and saying "hello!"

 

You see,

I am a lover

of this world.

I live for the people,

and I am here to serve.

But who am I really?

 

Just like the answer to this question:

I am hidden.

I’m here somewhere,

lusting to be found.

But I’m starting to believe

that maybe the answer is best left 

in the ground.

Maybe it’s too much to handle,

maybe I’m just not ready,

maybe all I know is that which I wish to know,

and maybe this is the truth that keeps me steady.

 

You see,

I am who I am and there is no changing it.

Try as I might “XX PRO II” and “VALENCIA” cannot hide

this smile, these eyes, this desire to help not just you or I,

but the world and all those who need me.

To be their bole;

to sit on, to lean on, to help them climb.

I am a lover of this world,

and for that I stand tall.

I am as sturdy as they come,

and I truly hope to help all.

I am truthful,

and for that I am sane. 

All in all, I am who I am, 

and Saima is my name.