Hijab

Luscious, streaked, thin, permed.
Wonders and thoughts, they’ll forever ask themselves.
They don’t have the right to know, to judge, to
Tell me, I don’t fit their standards.
I will not expose myself to them, I am not their object
It won’t allow them to.

“I haven’t seen it in ages”
As it’s wrenched my head.
It’s intention completely slips his mind.
Their demands of flesh and skin,
Love and lust,
Are barred by my simple veil.

“Take it off! It’s hot!”
Searing heat trapped upon the layers of
chiffon wrinkles, wrapped around my neck.
The thought of hell fire melting flesh to bone, grows bigger.
There I leave for a simple veil to guard my discomfort.

The stares, the silence, the questions that fill the air,
I know you feel their curiosity heavying your heart.
They’ll never know the feeling of the unity,
Not like you and I sister
As they point their arms to us,
Whether we live or die, our
heads will forever remain sheltered
by a simple veil.