My Hijab Is My Modesty

Who I am is who you see.
Women as free as free can be.

Who you see is who I am,
Allah my Lord, my faith Islam.

My veil, my gown like flowing covers
Is what I wear to show all others.

Life and beauty are not skin deep
Its in our hearts intentions we keep.

I walk out there, yes, not showing my hair
If that offends you, then life is not fair.

I'm not a slave at home tied to the kitchen sink!
I too have a heart and a brain that can think.

And before you ask if I'm depressed,
Abused, alone, or completely oppressed,
Just know I'm happy and I feel more free
when men aren't gawking and flirting with me.

I don't need to dress up for strangers
or put myself in this world dangers.

I feel grand in my palace with plenty to do.
and I can, by the way, go outside too.

In case you were wondering if I slept in my gown.
The answer is no, and I don't sleep on the ground.

I'm just like any other women you see
but covers and protects her modesty.

I eat take-away food on the weekends,
share my love with so many friends.

There's more to me than what your eyes see,
so don't judge my choices before you know me.

To anyone out there who cant comprehend,
I'm happy and free all the way to the end.

Not everyone's life consists of hair do's
and this is the life I willingly choose.