Arabian Poetry

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