The Ever Asked Question
She looked at me with wide eyes.
A sense of curiosity embraced her,
as her lips quivered to mouth her question
which I listened to unhindered.
"why is it that you cover your head?"
Ruth twinkled in her dewy eyes,
Her innocence evident in her voice.
She proceeds with courage seemingly gained upon
my nonchalant countenance.
"Is it because of the your menacing men
or your whispering women or your
rigorous religion?"
"No, none of them," I say
sounding like a worn out answering machine;
"it is because of me."
And I proceed to slowly sip my coffee
after the momentary break,
unfazed by the ever so widening eyes
gazing down at me.
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