When you look at me
all that you can see is the scarf that covers my hair
My words you can't hear
because you are too full of fear,
mouth gaping, all you do is stare
You think it's not my choice
in your own "LIBERATION" rejoice
You think I am uneducated,
trapped, oppressed, and subjugated
You are so thankful that you are free
But Non-Muslim Woman you've got it wrong
You are the weak and I am the strong
For I've rejected the trap of man
Fancy clothes - Low neck, short skirt
those are devices for pain and hurt
I am not falling for that little plan
I am a person with ideas and thought
I am not for sale, I can't be bought
I am me - not a fancy toy,
I won't decorate anyone's arm,
nor be promoted for my charm
There is more to be than playing coy
Living life as a balancing game - mother, daughter,
wife, nurse, cleaner, cook, 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
Always jumping to a male agenda
competing on his terms
No job share, no creche facilities,
No feeding and nappy changing amenities
No time off for menstrual pain;
"Hormones" they laugh "what ashamed"
No equal pay equal skill
Your job they can always fill
No promotion unless you're sterilized
No promotion unless you're sexually terrorized
And this is Liberation?
Non-Muslim Woman you can have your life
Mine - it has less strife
I cover and I get respected
Surely that's to be expected, for I won't demean the feminine
I won't live to male criterion,
I dance to my own tune and I hope you see
this very soon
For your own sake - wake up and see your sight
Are you so sure that you are right?
