Hijab Poem
What do you
see when you look at me,
Do you see someone limited, or someone free,
All some people can do is just look and stare,
Simply because
they can't see my hair,
Others think I am controlled and uneducated,
They think that I am limited and un-liberated,
They are so
thankful that they are not me,
Because they would like to remain 'free',
Well free isn't exactly the word I would've used,
Describing
women who are cheated on and abused,
They think that I do not have
opinions or voice,
They think that being hooded isn't my choice,
They think that the hood makes me look caged,
That my husband or
dad are totally outraged,
All they can do is look at me in fear,
And in my eye there is a tear,
Not because I have been stared
at or made fun of,
But because people are ignoring the One up above,
on the day of judgment they will be the fools,
Because they were
too ashamed to play by their own rules,
Maybe the guys won't think I am
a cutie,
But at least I am filled with more inner beauty,
See I
have declined from being a guy's toy,
Because I won't let myself be
controlled by a boy,
Real men are able to appreciate my mind,
And aren't busy looking at my behind,
Hooded girls are the ones
really helping the Muslim cause,
The role that we play definitely
deserves applause,
I will be recognized because I am smart and bright,
And because some people are inspired by my sight,
The smart ones
are attracted by my tranquility,
In the back of their mind they wish
they were me,
We have the strength to do what we think is right,
Even if it means putting up a life long fight,
You see we are
not controlled by a mini skirt and tight shirt,
We are given only
respect, and never treated like dirt,
So you see, we are the ones that
are free and liberated,
We are not the ones that are sexually
terrorized and violated,
We are the ones that are free and pure,
We're free of STD's that have no cure,
So when people ask you
how you feel about the hood,
Just sum it up by saying 'baby its all
good'.
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