Into words I put my faith –
You’ll know everything about me.
Underneath this veil I hide my face –
Display my belief for you to see.
With this cloth, I cover all,
Head to toe underneath this shroud.
I wear my heart upon my…face,
Walk with my head held proud.
I don’t want to judge you now –
I’m still just me, only with extra cover.
I’m actually pretty open-minded.
Just ask me and you’ll discover.
Now I understand this dress
Is much more than you’re used to.
That’s fine; it’s not really about you
It’s simply an extra act I do.
Although I am in constant black,
There is nothing here I mourn,
This is my choice, one I chose,
And of intelligence it was born.
Now, if you think that one like me
Is meek, mild and most certainly oppressed,
Then you are wrong – with most of us –
It takes a strong one to be like this dressed.
I am constantly bombarded
With evil comment, contemptuous glare;
Spewed upon horrible words, the likes of which
If asked to repeat, I would not dare.
I understand stereotypes abound,
Believe me I face the lot.
I’m just reminding you I am under here,
Just in case you have forgot.
I am treated by this ‘enlightened’ mass
As an ignorant, slow child.
And with a tone, they try to help;
Really most women would go wild.
But one with this “affliction”, dear,
Takes all of this in stride.
It takes an inner strength to follow
Your decisions through with pride.
I am an educated woman,
Who stands beside her husband, tall.
He knows it and supports me,
I know my value and it’s anything but small.
He supports the choice I make,
Helps me deal day to day.
He forces me into nothing,
For he knows with what he’ll pay!
My conviction hangs upon me:
This is my life, my body, and my choice,
And though you may not see my face,
Here you’ve heard my voice.