Arabian Poetry

Inanimate
 
You say that I’m a jewel and that I’m meant to be hidden
Don’t you wear jewelry on your neck? Or do you let it become dust-ridden?
You say that I’m beautiful, that I should be veiled
Beautiful I am, but you want my beauty jailed
 
 
You call me a mother, a daughter, a sister
But I haven’t heard you call me a woman, mister
Call me one
Independent, not an addition
I am not one for submission
 
 
You tell me covering is honor
Cloaking is honor
Hiding is honor
But honor, your honor, isn’t between my legs
Honor is in the thoughts in
my head
 
 
You say that I should cover my hair 
You say this as the air
plays with yours
 
 
You say that I’m a jewel
You call me inanimate
I am not inanimate
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One thought on “Arabian Poetry

  1. This is so beautiful and well written.. I see on your blog that you’re 17? mashallah, my dear, you have a gift, you remind me of some of the students I have taught here. I am currently in the process of compiling interviews with local Emirati women for a book I am working on. If you’d be interested, I’d love to interview you. Please feel free to contact me if you’re interested. Best wishes and all the best.

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