Hijab

The crown filled with jewels
But still getting ridiculed 
Hate at first sight 
Is it right to be treated like an outcast? 
On blast sending telepathic messages 
Full of lies and deceit  
Branding me shattering my peace 
Blocking my newsfeed 
The same newsfeed 
Feeding me with my purpose 
while gliding across the street 
They are trying to steal my 
Pride 
Integrity 
And my deen
And no I am not oppressed 
More like impressed of the status 
We Queens have in the deen
 
This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world

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