Introduction As It Should

Call me as you wish, it matter not what name I have been given for it does not define me.

See me as you would like, my face will not always be pleasing to those who scrutinize and compare.

Hear my words in any way that is music to you, opinions I have none, ideals are lost to me.

Feel my presence as a gentle breeze or as a raging fire, either way I will not last long by your side.

Reduce me to nothing in your minds and hearts, so that I may slip past unnoticed.

I reject your names and your wicked gaze, I refuse to speak in the presence of those who twist my words. Like a breeze I will caress your jaw and like a fire I will melt your tongue. I will be nothing in the minds of the weak, and the fasle lovers will not feel me in their hearts.

I have released myself from the fools who have named me suffering.

I will call myself freedom.

I will be Saoirse.