When you look at me all you can see is the scarf that covers my hair. My words you can’t hear because you’re too full of fear, mouth gaping, all you do is stare. You think it’s not my own choice, in your own "liberation" you rejoice.
You’re so thankful that you’re not me. You think I’m uneducated, trapped, oppressed and subjugated. You’re so thankful that you’re free. But western woman you’ve got it wrong - you’re the weak and I’m the strong, for I’ve rejected the trap of man. Fancy clothes- low neck, short skirt, these are devices for pain and hurt, I’m not falling for that little plan.
No time off for menstrual pain - "hormones" they laugh "what a shame." No equal pay for equal skill- your job they can always fill. No promotion unless you’re sterilized. No promotion unless you’re sexually terrorized. Is this liberation?
I’m a person with ideas and thoughts, I’m not for sale, I can’t be bought. I won’t decorate anyone’s arm. Nor be promoted for my charm. There’s more to me than playing shy. Living life as a balancing game- mother, daughter, wife, nurse, cleaner, cook, lover- and still bring home a wage. Who thought up this modern "freedom" where man can love ‘em and leave ‘em. This is not freedom but life in a cage!
Western woman you can have your life. Mine- it has less strife. I cover and I get respected, surely that’s to be expected- for I won’t deprave the feminine. I won’t live to a male criterion. I dance to my own tune, and I hope you see this very soon. For your own sake - wake up and use your sight! Are you so sure that you are right?