Pashmina blended with the softest silk,
It's colour of wine so sweet
But so sinful,
Conceal
My
Loyalty to God.
Proudly,
It dances in the wind so freely
But secured are
My values,
My identity.
However,
'Modern' is the society.
And 'backwards' is I,
The girl
In the silk pashmina,
Wine red scarf.
But
Liberated
I am,
To know I can be
Beautiful
With just inner beauty
And to
Mystify
Wonderers of my outer beauty.
So
Who
Are
You
To say I am 'oppressed'?
And
Who
Are
We
To 'believe' the media?
Don't look at me.
Look into me;
For I am a girl
Liberated
With her silk pashmina,
Wine red scarf.