My hidjab (the islamic scarf)

You look at me and call me oppressed, simply because of the way I'm dressed. 

You know me not for what's inside; you judge the clothes I wear with pride. 

My body is not for your eyes to hold, speak to mind not my feminine mould.

 I am an individual I am no mans slave, for it's Allah’s pleasure that I only crave.

 I have a voice so I will be heard, for in my heart I carry his word: " O ye women wrap close your cloak, so you are not bothered by the ignorant folk."

 Man doesn't tell me to dress this way, It's a law from God that I obey. 

Oppressed is something I am truly not, for liberation is what I've got.

 It was given to me many years ago, with the right to prosper, the right to grow. 

I can climb mountains and cross the seas, and expand my mind in all degrees. 

For God Himself gave us liberty, when he sent Islam to you and me.