Oppression

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You look at me and call me oppressed,
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Simply because of the way I’m dressed,
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You know me not for what’s inside,
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You judge the clothing I wear with pride,
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My body’s not for your eyes to hold,
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You must speak to my mind, not my feminine mold,
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I’m an individual, I’m no mans slave,
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It’s Allahs pleasure that I only crave,
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I have a voice so I will be heard,
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For in my heart I carry His word,
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” O ye women, wrap close your cloak,
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So you won’t be bothered by ignorant folk”,
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Man doesn’t tell me to dress this way,
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It’s a Law from God that I obey,
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Oppressed is something I’m truly NOT,
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For liberation is what I’ve got,
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It was given to me many years ago,
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With the right to prosper, the right to grow,
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I can climb moutains or cross the seas,
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Expand my mind in all degrees,
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For God Himself gave us LIB-ER-TY,
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When He sent Islam,
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To You and Me!
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By Izdehar Albowyha
Credit to: Jrai.com