They call me a towel head.
Though they don't know the meaning.
Behind this hijab is hair
Just like the girl right next to me.
I am no different.
I am not a towel head.
They call me a towel head.
And spit at me as their cars pass by.
I stay silent
As they yell cruel words.
I get pushed around.
For they will never know the meaning.
I am no different.
I am not a towel head.
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Towel Head
RandomThis poem is inspired from a personal experience and the hardships I and other girls like me face daily. I wear a headcover called a 'hujab', and I'm 100 percent proud of it. I'm not ashamed at all and I'm proud. It's for my religion, Islam, and no...