This cloth that I wear, beyond it is a beauty that I hide.
The physical appearance is not what's inside.
My heart, my love, my brain, and my knowledge is what shall be.
For if you miss those, it is not me that you see.
Hearing of oppression only makes me ponder,
Why do people think you can't see what is yonder?
For you can't see the wind even as it blows.
Yet you still believe the wind is strong and that it grows.
Why can't they see me from behind my hijab?
I do not veil for them, I veil for God.
If you can't accept me for what you can't gaze your eyes upon,
Then you don't really know me and I guess you'll never see,
That I am not oppressed, I am free.
3 Remarks:
good poem...
ur blog too looks good..the designs and all, but u can make it less messy
Thank you for your words and your advice. How do you think I could make it less messy? I'm always up for improvement.
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