Hijab
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Poetry has given me an outlet to proclaim my observations of the world.
To proclaim how people are mistreated.
To proclaim my human experience to selective eyes.
you better watch it, then rap it.
twirl it like Beckham.
you know what your saying, your binging on hate.
she wearing her crown.
they tell her it's forbidden unknown to Islam,
The times when I first used words to speak, talk, and prattle
Were not the same experiences where I used them in a poem battle
Writing came easy to me, so did speach and rhyming,
What do you think when you see that girl walking across the street?With her head held down, eyes forward, feet flat on the ground, the hijab covering her head full of disparaging thoughts?
You see I live in a time where the world would come out and question
“What is this Hijab and this religion of mine?”
And often the assumption would arise of oppression in Islam
There is nothing wrong with asking a question
But before you begin, allow me to answer some of the more common ones
My scarf does not show regression
And yes, I know I look like a nun
I have plenty of hair
I represent the political party that stands on behalf of the half naked Barbie.
I represent the woman of the 21 century and this woman is everything, except for her dignity.
You’re Muslim right? That’s pretty exoticIt's messed up how they show your people as so chaoticMy people? Who’s that? The people on the screen?My people come in all colors, races and creeds.
They slam Islam
What I am, a Muslim
A Muslim woman
But it's cool
You can laugh
I can costomize
Go from a red hijab
to blue hijab
This hijab
And that hijab
I am a fashonista
The scarf that rests upon my head
In Arabic, "Hijab"
May seem to some a fearful threat
Mysterious to some.
The names, the teasing. Whispering.
The silence of my tongue replies
Your stares declare your despair but I breathe in and out as I let your hatred blend into the air.
Somehow I wish I could disintegrate.
With my head held high
And my hijab* a blazing sign
Of my identity
I step out into the open world
And a torrent of whispers unfurl
Suddenly around me
Amid the stares, the looks, the sneers,
