A Poem About Muslim Women

What do you see when you look at me
Do you see someone limited,
or someone free. All some people can do is just look and stare  
simply because they can't see my hair,
others think I am controlled and uneducated,
they think that I am limited and un-liberated.
They are so thankful that they are not me
because they would like to remain 'free',
well free isn't exactly the word I would've used
describing women who are cheated on and abused.
They think that I do not have opinions or voice,
they think that being hooded isn't my choice
they think that the hood makes me look caged,
that my husband or dad are totally outraged.
All they can do is look at me in fear
and in my eye there is a tear,
not because I have been stared at or made
fun of But because people are ignoring the one up above.
On the Day Of Judgment they will be the fools
because they were too ashamed to play by
their own rules. Maybe the guys won't think I am a cutie
but at least I am filled with more inner beauty.
See I have declined from being a guy's toy
because I won't let myself be controlled
by a boy. Real men are able to appreciate my mind
and aren't busy looking at my behind.
Hooded girls are the ones really helping
the Muslim cause The role that we play definitely deserves applause I will be recognized because I am smart
and bright and because some people are inspired by my
sight. The smart ones are attracted by my
tranquility. In the back of their mind they wish they
were me. We have the strength to do what we think
is right even if it means putting up a life long fight.
You see we are not controlled by a mini
skirt and tight shirt. We are given only respect, and never
treated like dirt, so you see, we are the ones that are free
and liberated. We are not the ones that are sexually
terrorized and violated. We are the ones that are free and pure
We're free of STD's that have no cure, so when people

ask you how you feel about the hood,  just sum it up by

saying 'baby its all  good'.