this poem & is written by a british muslim
girle about veilyou look at me and call me oppressed
simply because the way im dressed
you know me not for what is inside
you judge the clothing i wear with bride
my body is not for your eyes to hold
you must speak to my mind
not to my feminine mould
i am an individual i am no man slave
its Allahs pleasure 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 will not be bothered by ignorant folk
man does not tell me to dress this way
its law from God that i obay
oppress is some thing i am truly not
for libration is what i have got
it was given to me many years ago
with a right to prosper the right to grow
i can claim mountins or cross the seas
expand my knowledg in all degrees
God gave us the freedom
when he sent Islam for you and me
