TO A WESTERN WOMAN FROM A MUSLIM WOMAN
When you look at me all you can see is the scarf that covers my hair
My words you can’t hear because you’re too full of fear
You think it’s not my own choice, in your own “liberation” you rejoice
You’re not me you think I’m uneducated, trapped, oppressed and subjugated
You’re so thankful that you are free- but Western women you’ve 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 & hurt
I’m not falling for that little plan.
Alwayz jumping to the male agenda, competing on his terms
No job share, no creche facilities, no feeding & nappy changing amenities.
No time off for menstrual pain – “hormones”
They laugh “What a shame.”
No equal pay for equal skill – your job they can alwayz fill.
No promotion unless you’re sterilized
No promotion unless you’re sexually terrorized & is this liberation???
I’m a person with ideas & thought, I’m not for sale, I can’t be bought
I won’t decorate anyone’s arm, nor be promoted for my charm
There’s more to me than playing coy