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0:00 intro 0:49 ‘unveiling identity’ poem 2:45 where n when i wrote it 3:37 kinda just yap but listen xxxx 4:33 you can find something cool w/ out endorsing it 4:48 self image is often entangled w social image 5:53 poem with context 11:23 a question for my (muslim) audience 12:18 continuing the poem’s context 13:33 part of my bullying story 14:48 someone cut onions IDFK 15:14 continuing the poem’s context 18:16 my commentary when i posted the poem 19:54 end of poem/commentary The poem: Todays world is wired, As a lil girl I was always admired, Hit my teens and realised things arent what they seem, I was bullied for simply being me, I put the cloth on my head, But the only change was inside, instead To others, ‘I think i’m brand new’ Especially if I had a plait hang out, Or two, Beauty today is linked to the Kim K and Molly Mae’s, But mine is only 5% on display, I realised, my 9-5 is between God and I, This cloth is more than throwing on a hat or tie, To be fair though, I’ve always given myself flowers, Because even if they don’t see it, Beauty lies in the eyes of ours, However, sometimes I wish they’d let me eat in the canteen, As I didnt think putting a hijab on was as deep as it seemed, I later learnt the truth, That I had Allah (swt) throughout my youth, And modesty is the best policy, If we’re speaking in all honesty, It’s more than a cloth, It’s the way I hold my own, I like the mirror and I like my phone, Beauty fades, Times change, If I try keep up, I may lose myself on the way, I like the beauty in my soul, The struggles from which I grow, The emptiness I can fill, And the prosperity up the hill, Inshallah one day I will get there, Where ripping my hijab off is never a feeling, let alone a fear, You reading this I hope you take from me that modesty is a bliss, It’s not a cloth, It’s a way of life, That draws you to Allah, The Almight(y).