What do you see when you look at me,
Do you see someone limited, or someone free,
All some people can do is just look & stare,
Simply because they can't see my hair,
Others think I am controlled & uneducated,
They are so thankful that they are not me.
Because they would like to remain 'free',
Well free isn't exactly the word I would've used,
Describing women who are cheated & abused.
They think that I do not have options or a voice,
They think that being veiled isn't my choice,
They think that the veil makes me look caged,
That my husband or dad is totally outraged,
All they can do is look at me in fear,
And in my eye there is a tear,
Not because I have been stared at or made fun of,
But because people are ignoring the One Above.
On the day of judgement they will be the fools,
Because they were to ashamed to play by their own rules,
Maybe the guys won't think I'm a cutie,
But at least I am filled with more inner beauty,
See I have declined from being a guys toy,
Because I won't let myself be controlled by a boy,
Real Men are able to appreciate my mind,
And aren't busy looking at my behind,
Veiled girls are the ones really helping the Muslim cause,
The role that we play definitely deserves applause.
I will be recognised because I am smart & bright,
And because some people are inspired by my sight,
We have the strength to do what we think is right,
Even if it means putting up a life long fight.
You see we are not controlled by a mini skirt and tight shirt,
We are given respect & never treated like dirt.
So you see we are the ones that are free & Liberated,
We are not the ones that are sexually terrorised & violated,
We are the ones that are free & pure,
Were free of standards that have no cure.