My Hijab My Choice

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 can’t 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.

My Choice

When I walk along the way
The people just stare at me in dismay

They think that I’m forced to wear that “thing”
But actually I wear it for Allah, The King

Maybe they think that I am not free
Just because I wear a headscarf on me

But that’s not true, I am really free
I wear it for Allah, The Almighty

The way we dress is not to show some skin
But for people to judge us not by our body, but from within

They might call me names or even start to stare
But what makes me keep going is knowing Allah is there

So when you pass me walking down the street
Don’t think that I am forced to cover myself up to my feet

It’s a simple way to be modest and humble
So don’t be next to me and start to grumble

I feel proud and tall when I wear my clothe
Because I have nothing at all to show and expose

Now you could only judge my character and my personality
And not of how I dress myself, but for my morality

So this scarf that I have on
Is my choice so don’t be alarmed

I felt right and true when I put my Hijab on from the start
Its because it calmed me, purified me, and soothed my heart

But really the only difference between you and me
Is that I just cover my hair and my body

So if any of you ever see me and hear my voice
Just know that what I wear is only my choice