When you look at Me...

When you look at Me.

When look at me,

All you can see,

In the scarf that covers my hair,

My words you can’t hear,

Because you’re too full of fear,

Mouth gaping, all you do is stare.

You think it’s not my own choice,

In your own *liberation* you rejoice,

You’re so thankful that you’re not me,

Think I’m uneducated,

Trapped, appressed, and subjugated.

But you’re got it wrong,

You’re the weak and I’m the strong,

For I’ve rejected the trap of man,

Fancy clothes-low neck, short skirt,

These are devices for pain and hurt,

Always jumping to the male agenda,

Competing on his terms.

No job share, no baby-sitting facilities,

No feeding and diaper-changing amenities,

No equal pay for equal skill,

Your job they can always fill,

Is this liberation?

A person with ideas and thought,

I’m not for sale, I can’t bought,

I won’t decorate anyone’s arm,

Not be promoted for my charm,

There’s more to me than playing copy,

Living life as a balancing game mother,

Daughter, wife, nurse,cleaner, cook, lover,

And still bring home a wage.

Who taught up this modern * freedom*?

Where man can love us and man can leave us,

This is not free but life in cage.

You can have your life,

Mine, it has less strife,

I cover  and I get respected,

Surely that’s to be expected,

For I won’t  demean the feminine,

I won’t  live to a male criserion,

I dance to my own tune.

And I hope you can see his very soon,

For your own sake, wake up and use your sight!

Are you sure that you are right?