People look. People stare,
They look at me with an ignoranced glare.
Look at her - she’s out of place,
She’s only showing her hands and face!
They never intend to know the reason,
Only imagine it to be a form of treason.
People question. People wonder,
About the influences I am under.
Why I cover-up from head-to-toe,
So that my physical body doesn’t show!
My personality and character are more,
Than can be shown with clothes from any store
People think. People assume,
That we are in a state of gloom.
Those Muslim women must be oppressed,
Just look at how they are dressed!
If they knew how I feel inside,
All their beauty they would also hide.
*By: Nadia Jappie Swindle *
