They look upon me with confusion
and I look upon them with the same.
I wear this thing on my head, by choice
I chose to cover myself.
This scarf doesn’t enslave me, oppress me, or shame me
Nor have I lost my identity
This is a part of me.
It is my personality, my escape, and my protector
My deen, my light, and my shield
My destiny, my hope, and my dream.
It is my everything;
I would have no soul or no persona
without this on my head.
I would be forced to imitate
what I see in magazines and what
is said to be the ‘norm’.
Skinny, tall, with little clothing
is not me.
Hijab protects me from being
another puppet of the media.