My Hijab

My hijab covers me from head to toe

While people stare in woe

Questions, questions, questions, they ask

“How can you wear that, may I ask?”

Sometimes it takes time to fit in

Or only being remembered as the girl who wears that thing

Well, may I begin?

My hijab is for me, fitting me perfectly

Giving me confidence to hold my head high

And, yes, sometimes I want to cry

Sometimes it’s hard not to be like the rest of them

But do I still try? Why, yes, of course

I show my beauty in many ways

By my hair and my scarf

By my skin and my garments, that covers it

I may not be perfect, I may not be the best

But when I put on my garments

I am an easy breezy beautiful

Covered girl