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Hijab Poem (Re: مهيرة)
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When you look at me All that you can see is the scarf that covers my hair
My words you can't hear because you're too full of fear mouth gaping all you do is stare
You think its not my choice in your own liberation rejoice
You think its I'm uneducated trapped, oppressed and subjugated
You're so thankful that you're free But non-Muslim woman you've got it wrong
You're weak and I'm strong For I've rejected the trap of man fancy clothes, low neck, short skirt those are the devices for pain and hurt
I'm not falling for that little plan I'm the 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 me 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 the modern freedom? Where man can love 'em and man can leave 'em
This is not free, but life in a cage Always jumping to a male agenda competing on his terms
No job share, no creche facilities no feeding and nappy changing amenities No time off for menstrual pain hormones they laugh what a shame No equal pay equal skill your job can always fill No promotion unless you're sterilized No promotion unless you're sexually terrorized And this is liberation?
...Non-Muslim woman you can have your life Mine, it has less strife
I cover and I get respected surely that's to be expected for
I won't demean the feminine I won't live to male criterion I dance my own tune and hope you see this very soon For you're sake wake up and see the light Are you so sure that you are right?
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