When you look at me
All you can see
Is the scarf that covers my hair
Because you're too full of fear,
Mouth gaping, all you do is stare
You think it's not my choice
In your own "liberation" rejoice.
You think I'm uneducated and subjugated,
You're so thankful that you're free.
But non-Muslim women you got it wrong
You're the weak and I'm the strong.
For I've rejected the trap of man.
Fancy clothes low neck, short skirt
Those of the devices for pain and hurt,
I'm not falling for that little plan.
I'm a person with ideas and thought,
I'm not for sale, I can't be bought.
I'm me not a fancy toy,
I won't decorate anyone's arm,
Nor be promoted for my charm.
There is more to be than playing coy.
Living life as a balancing game - mother,
Daughter, wife, nurse, cleaner, cook, lover
And still bring home a wage.
Who thought up this modern "freedom"?
Where man can love'em and leave'em.
Always jumping to a male agenda.'
Competing on his terms.
Non-Muslim women you can have your life,
Mine -its has less strive.
I cover and got respected,
Surely that's to be expected,
For I won't leave male criterion,
I dance to my own tune,
And I hope you see this very soon.
For your own sake - wake up and use your sight.
Are you sure you're right?
A POEM WRITTEN TO MAKE YOU SEE THE LIGHT!
Anonymous