You look at me and call me oppressed,
Simply because of the way I'm dressed.

You know me not for what is inside,
You judge the clothing i wear with pride.

My body is not for your eyes to hold,
You must speak to my mind, not my feminine mold.

I'm an individual, not man's slave.
It's Allah's pleasure that i only crave.

I have a voice so i will be heard,
For in my heart, i carry HIS words.

Man doesn't tell me to dress this way,
It's law from God that i obey.

Oppressed is something I'm truly not,
For liberation is what I've got.

For God Himself gave us liberty,
When He sent Islam to you and me...

P/S: Hayatilah bait-bait puisi diatas..kepada sesapa yang terasa, hamba memohon maaf..Bukan untk menyakiti hati sesiapa tetapi untuk menyedarkan bahawa kita manusia ini tidak boleh jadi sehebat Allah. Janganlah kita berlagak seolah-olah kita ni Tuhan yang menghakimi manusia.Wallahualam