Could it be the manner in which I speak?
Do you disapprove of the clothes I wear?
Is it the fact that you can not see my hair?
Maybe it’s because you believe I’m weak
Well I for one find fault in your critique
My mode of dress should be my own affair
As natural to me as bowing down in prayer
Is my choice not flaunt my own physique
No man made law should attempt to impede
My desire to do right by my own belief
Don’t imprison me within your own ideal
All the while crying out “she must be freed”
Because what you intend will bring grief
To me and others who’d share in the ordeal
- found at MuslimGirl
