July 29, 2008
They stand there with shorts,so short excessively short,
shorts that deceptively capture all they know of modesty... .
..and I proudly pull my scarf over my hair
They stand there,face lost in a sea of make-up,
make-up that so ruthlessly capture from them all they know of freedom..... .
..and I proudly pull my scarf over my hair
They stand there, hair raining with gels,colors and chemicals thats so menacingly capture
them from all they know of purity.
...and I proudly pull my scarf over my hair
They stand there,so close,so very close to their "lover" devoted to them,
the devotion that so menacingly capture them from all they know of individuality.
...and I proudly pull my scarf over my hair
And they stand there talking of getting new gels, colors,and new boyfriends,
materialistic things that wrongfully capture from them all they know of Allah and love....
...and I proudly cover my hair For my scarf is my protector,
my devotion,my pureness,my beauty,my rememberance of Allah and
I proudly pull it over my hair,knowing that when I wear it,I so rightfully t
hrust all the things that the devil brought about.
And when I pull it on I am FREE...
(Im Waiting for U...) 9:08:00 PM
Bee :)