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From a Muslim to non-Muslim Woman
When you look at me
all you can see
Is the scarf that covers my hair
My word you can`t hear
Because you`re too full of fear,
Mouth gaping, all you do is stare.
You think it`s not my own choice,
In your own `liberation` you rejoice.
You`re so thankful that you`re not me.
think I`m uneducated,
Trapped, oppressed and subjugated.
You`re so thankful that you are free.
But Western women you`ve got it wrong-
You`re the weak and i`m the strong,
For I`ve rejected the trap of man.
Fancy clothes- low neck, short skirt,
These are devices for pain and hurt,
Always jumping to the male agenda,
Competing on his terms.
No job share, no baby-sitting facilities,
No feeding and diaper-changing amenities.
No equal pay for equal skill-
Your job they can always fill.
Is this liberation?
a person with ideas and thought,
I`m not for sale, I can`t be bought.
I won`t decorate anyone`s arm,
Nor be promoted for my charm.
There`s more to me than playing coy.
Living life as a balancing game- mother,
Daughter, wife, nurse, cleaner, ****, lover-
And still bring home a wage.
Who thought up this modern
`freedom`
Where man can love`em and man can leave `em.
This is not free but life in a cage.
Western women you can have your life.
Mine- it has less strife.
cover and i get respected
Surely that`s to be expected-
For I won`t demean the feminine
I won`t live to a male criterion.
I dance to my own tune,
And I hope you see this very soon,
For your own sake- wake up and use your sight!
Are you so sure that you are right?