One of my favourite poems, but it's original structure (which you can't see here) is what made it unique. To see what this poem is suppose to look like you can go to http://lifeasiknowit-nida.blogspot.co.uk/2011/04/poem-of-importance.html
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My rightful Dignity.
Modestly thrown over
my head, a cover
for only one to discover.
It’s Freedom
in a cloth of pure Simplicity,
my hijab is my Integrity.
I’m only judged
by what I say and what I do,
rather than the way I look to you.
A symbol of my Identity,
it means such a great deal to me.
A form of worship, it can truly be.
I wonder,
why some people don’t understand,
isn’t freedom of expression a form of Liberty?
Yet they chose to deny me,
this common courtesy,
constantly telling me,
that I’m oppressed, repressed, depressed.
Telling me that I need to be freed.
Freed by commercial ideas of Beauty,
a doll of desire, what they call womanly.
Outward appearances, rule their ideas of Civility and Popularity.
Don’t they know, that it is what’s inside that counts.
That one day we’ll all be called to account,
for all our deeds and Impropriety.
Why can’t they see,
that this pathway is the life I chose for me?
And though I know people still talk and glare,
question my Sanity,
I will always stand by what I heartily believe.
Because this is my Hijab,
that I wear so proudly.
