YOU , YES , YOU , STARING AT ME....
YOU , YES , YOU , STARING AT ME.... You, yes you staring at me, Either portraying me as a terrorist or pitying me For you think that I’m oppressed. Is that how you observe others, by judging them for how they are dressed? You, yes you staring at me, Wondering why, as an American living in my own country, the land of the free, Where I can be independent but instead I am letting some piece of covering cloth oppress me. Is that what you think the piece of cloth does, it oppresses me and my identity? You, yes you starting at me, With dirty looks for leaving my home covered like that, for how could it be, It’s an insult on the woman of this country, for they worked so hard to achieve their equality. Is that what you think that piece of cloth does, denies me of my parity? You, yes you starting at me, Lost at the thought and the possibility, Of how I’m willing to be held captive of a religion that degrades women like me. Is that what you think my religion does, holds m