I appear to be a
Suppressed,
Ill-respected,
Low-life girl
To the eyes of the ignorant.
You look down upon me,
Judging my way of life.
I pray for you,
Hoping you look past the stereotypes.
You think of me as weak
For having to hide my hair, face, and body.
But the strength needed to dress accordingly
Is much beyond your reach.
This veil about my head,
This lengthy blouse,
This flowing garment
Is a symbol of my belief;
Pride in my faith.
You point to me
Saying I am imprisoned,
When in reality
I am free;
Free of all evils and impurities.
You slander my book,
Labeling it unfair.
I hold the golden pages close to my heart,
Inhaling the beauty you do not understand.
You make crude jokes
Calling me names.
I show patience and
Hold my head up high.
Your words, your actions,
Will never bring me down
For my
Strength
Faith
And patience
Is of a higher Power;
A power Who protects me.
He is Allah…
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