Within every thread of the scarf I don on my head is woven the word ‘freedom’.
Everyday I deviate from societal standards by conforming to those of my Lord –
through this deviation, empowerment has been bestowed upon me – a blessing, minus the sword.

I keep trying to decide if I will stay and fight
I know you expect me to tuck my tail and take flight
Not merely a choice it’s obligatory on me
To stand firm and fight for the right to simply be

Tell me why they demand!
Why this way? they ask.
What good is this? they question;
Why for me this task?

You say freedom doesn’t exist
Or that it means to do whatever you want
I beg to differ.
Freedom does exist.

I’m all alone, no one by my side
And this is my end, the one I denied.