I saw her walking down the street, walking to her own beat
A smile on her face, serene walking a slow pace
wondering how she could be content, that scarf wrapped around her head like a tent
excuse me I say, she answers with a smile, a sun's ray
yes m'am what is it?,
tell me dear do you have time? can you sit for a minute?
I have some concerns about why you cover,
You are a beauty it is plain to see, I tell her
we live in a free world, and these clothes you wear are so oppressive, can you not see?
Is it not an Irony that you wish me to be free but not be me?
These clothes which you see are a means for protection
when you see me they should lead you to reflection
I am a free believing woman, these clothes they do state
just because you define freedom with the showing of skin, do not hate
I believe I am more than my beauty and body size
and only my husband shall claim that prize
a clam's shell protects the treasure hidden within, the pearl
my hijab protects me from those who are not my kin, the girl
But surely modesty can be attained without being so restrictive
I wear this to please my Lord, happiness is never constrictive
I see it as a way to hide your true identity
Do you really see? for if you saw you would see that this identity is being a Muslim, for that is me!
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Poem: My conversation with a muslim girl
PoetryA conversation with a Muslim girl on why she covers her head with a scarf (hijab).