Her Crown

I am a piece of fabric

Or "Hijab" as i'm described

Blue Yellow and Purple 

In different colors i'm designed

Worn by choice 

but not by force 

Not something that some may have to endorse

Some may say she's absurd

Some may say she's oppressed

But for her it's a symbol 

a symbol of being blessed

She wears me for god 

and not for you.

Not if you like me 

or if you do

She is a jewel meant to be adored

For her to wear me is like an award.

A/N:

I know It was on Friday but still Happy late World Hijab Day 

This poem is for all of those wonderful women out there who wear the hijab.

This poem in no way is to offend anyone so please if you didn't like something brush it off because it isn't meant to offend you. 

And yeah have a great day/night/evening

//darkmoondays//