Rated G ...Skin Time!

Bismillah....


I wrote this in the summer, I've been hesitant to put it online because I don't know how to copyright stuff(actually i put it on facebook and then i removed it...and i read this article today on that 24hr paper on the skytrain that said even if you delete stuff from facebook they still have it saved...creepy creeps!) But oh well...here goes! Your feedback is more than welcome!


I stroll down the street,fully aware that I am different.
Engulfing me is the midsummer heat, and to that I am indifferent.
I walk with my head held high,Not giving in to the pressure.
They keep asking why why why Is she not shedding in this hot hot weather?

I aint showing skin and it’s makin’em bitter,
Exposing myself for all to see just makes me shiver.
Must you see my arms and legs so I can be accepted?
Keep dreaming ‘cause then the teachings of my Deen will be neglected.

I love it how y’all like to point and stare,
My eyes aint covered and I’m fully aware.
I must look like those ancient woman who belong in history,
But really the reason I cover aint a mystery.

You see with Islam the woman is a precious jewel,
And to share a diamond with all, you gotta be a fool.
So to her it don’t matter whether she can attract,
‘Cause she’s worth way more and that’s a fact.

My value lies not in my the body but in my mind.
The way I dress don't make me fall behind.
Rather it gives me nothing less than respect,
And ensures that I’m not viewed as an object.

So basically I choose not to fall victim to oppression.
I don’t have to comply with society’s wants.
Your saying I’m fat or skinny won’t lead to my depression
Just remember that I’m not one who flaunts

I don’t need your pity because it’s not THAT hot
Oh and one more thing I almost forgot…..
For those wondering how I manage to stay in my “Hijaabi” cell
Well, let’s just say that I’d rather burn here than burn in Hell.

=)