You’d think that I’m oppressed
From the way that I’m dressed
But I’ve never been more free
And no, I’m not indoctrinated
Just like the media propagated
All those twisted images of me
Like why I’d need a piece of cloth to protect me
Or how I’m victimized by a patriarchal ideology
In a time when first world women still fight to be liberated
In societies charged with bigotry, sure I’d be slated
But I’m an empowered hijabi
It makes no difference to me
Whether I’m loved or hated
Head high, I walk through life
single, married, mother, daughter, sister, wife
if there’s one thing I’ve done right
It’s that I’ll always take pride
In my identity
The tides are high, but I hold on tight
In this darkness I still find the light
that will save humanity
I believe so firmly that words can’t shake me
You can try to drag me down, but you can’t make me
There’s more to emancepation
than wearing whatever you please
But if that’s what it’s about
Tell me, why can’t I have this opportunity?
It’s as if my scarve is threatening national security
While fearmongering misogynists are out there spreading peace!
Can someone please explain this shameless hypocrisy?
Why it’s ok for a woman to wear less but not more?
It’s about time we let women’s dress code be
And focus on her strengths, intelligence, and capabilities