Fighting for beauty

We cry every  day and every night

yearnig for someonet to say we are beautiful

wanting to know how it feels like to be loved and cared about

enough of having to  cry bcause of how we look and who we are

it feels like being locked in a cage where darkness wants to take over our suls

it's like being in a place drowning by our own tear

it's like living in a storm day and night

we walk alone with a  sword

becuse everyay is a battle

we get the looks

we get the laughs and giggles

when will the finally understand that we herd it

we have heard enough

we get it that you don't like us

we get it that we don't belong 

can't you just realize that our souls are wanderin

our tears have dropped

just because we cover from top to  bottom

it don't mean we are ugly

just because we don't show you skin

doesn't mean we are lacking

Nahn Jamila ( we are beautiful)

What is hidden inside these long dress is beauty

our beauty is not shared 

Go ahead talk and laugh

but we have shame and pride

As Boona Muhammed once said

Beauy is  an extension of modesty

The reason to why we can't show our thick long black hair  

The reason to why can't show our smooth legs

the reason to why we can't show our pure chest

is the reason why our beauty is hidden from your world

If you are looking for beauty through us ladies

then look through our eyes

and not through our bodies

because then if you are human

you will understand

We are to be respected Our body's a emple

where no filthy hands can touch

where no wandering eyes can lust

Don't come to us because you are thirsty

if you  have lost your  drection

or seem to turn blind

then this is a place where you don't belong.