If treating every child of God
with equal love is called a sin—
then yes,
I’ll gather that sin like treasure.

If feeding the hungry,
the abandoned, and the voiceless
before bowing to stone and ritual
is called a sin—
then yes,
I’ll cradle that sin in my arms.

If following the whisper of my heart
instead of society’s loud commands
is called a sin—
then yes,
I’ll protect that sin like a flame.

If loving beyond caste,
beyond walls, beyond reputation
is called a sin—
then yes,
I’ll carry that sin proudly.

And if my joy, my truth,
my soul’s freedom
is born from what they name sinful—
then let the world condemn me.
I’ll wear every sin like a crown,
for I love to collect sins.

S.tara.R