The veiled eyes constantly discerning and seeking
What lies beneath the breathable piece of cloth isn’t
What we seek to liberate
They seek understanding while all we see is fabric
She remembers what she was taught in school
Women are intelligent and equal
They should work and hold office
Our eyes don’t see this teaching
We see a woman who is afraid to show her ankles on pain of death
Is death better than the blood we spill to liberate?
We have created the hell in which women live in fear,
Rhetoric of fair and balanced over our airwaves
Life isn’t fair why should our information claim so?
Putting her child to sleep underneath the bright skies
Of bombs and nuclear threat
Is the world safer now that the veil is lifted?
The American flag flies high in a country
That did not ask to be liberated
It did not ask for democracy
It did not ask for the mini skirts of Hollywood to
Infiltrate its culture of modesty
Underneath the cloth is a body that yearns for touch
Yearns for understanding against the oppression it doesn’t understand
She is suffocated by her womanhood and the
Black standards that suppress her
Black standards of western thought
Against the orange peace of eastern culture
We see the liberation of womanhood in terms of skin
We have the ability to dress freely but are also condemned for what we wear
It is the same for her although the symbol of her oppression
Contained by a large piece of oppressive fabric
We do not hear her cries for the muffled sounds are
silenced by our own cries of injustice
TAKE OFF THE VEIL
Isn’t the only plight of the Arab woman.
She says she won’t until she understands why
Why we can’t see her as more than the tablecloth the covers her
Until we see her as the body and not the symbol.