Coming Undone.

By Zubaida Ali

My head is so wrapped up with silken lies
As I walk this flimsy path of truths and untruths

Will Allah love me more just because I cover my hair?
Will Ibu, Ayah, all look up to me?

I get burdened with so much guilt
just because of this piece of fabric a mere two feet long

My conscience pin-pricked with so many questions
Who am I doing this for?

As the lies unfurl
I do not know where my true self begins
and ends

 

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