You look at me and call me opprresed,
Simply because of the way Im dressed ...
You know me not for what me inside,
You judge the clothing i wear with pride ...
My body is not for your eyes to hold,
You must speak to my mind not my feminine mould ...
Im an individual, Im no man's slave,
It's Allah pleasure that I only crave ...
I have a voice so I will be heard,
For in my heart I carry His word ...
Man doesnt tell to dress this way,
It's law from God that I obey ...
Oppressed is something Im trully not,
for Liberitation 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 mountain or cross the seas,
Expend my min
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