Hijab
The crown filled with jewels
But still getting ridiculed
Hate at first sight
Is it right to be treated like an outcast?
On blast sending telepathic messages
Full of lies and deceit
Branding me shattering my peace
Blocking my newsfeed
The same newsfeed
Feeding me with my purpose
while gliding across the street
They are trying to steal my
Pride
Integrity
And my deen
And no I am not oppressed
More like impressed of the status
We Queens have in the deen
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