by
Izdehar Albowyha
You look
at me and call me oppressed,
Simply
because of the way I'm dressed,
You know
me not for what's inside,
You
judge the clothing I wear with pride,
My
body's not for your eyes to hold,
You must
speak to my mind, not my feminine mold,
I'm an
individual, I'm no mans slave,
It's
Allahs pleasure that I only crave,
I have a
voice so I will be heard,
For in
my heart I carry His word,
"O
ye women, wrap close your cloak,
So you
won't be bothered by ignorant folk",
Man
doesn't tell me to dress this way,
It's a
Law from God that I obey,
Oppressed
is something I'm truly NOT,
For
liberation is what I've got,
It was
given to me many years ago,
With the
right to prosper, the right to grow,
I can
climb moutains or cross the seas,
Expand
my mind in all degrees,
For God
Himself gave us LIB-ER-TY,
When He
sent Islam,
To You
and Me!