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[Jul. 17th, 11|09:10 pm] |
It's not your anger that hurt me.
It was that you ignored my existence; the fact that you didn't care anymore. |
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[May. 17th, 11|09:24 pm] |
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You are not your bra-size, nor are you the width of your waist, nor are you the slenderness of your calves. You are not your hair color, your skin color, nor are you a shade of lipstick. Your shoe-size is of no consequence. You are not defined by the amount of attention you get from males, females, or any combination thereof. You are not the number of sit-ups you can do, nor are you the number of calories in a day. You are not your mustache. You are not the hair on your legs. You are not a little red dress. You are no amalgam of these things.
You are the content of your character. You are the ambitions that drive you. You are the goals that you set. You are the things that you laugh at and the words that you say. You are the thoughts you think and the things you wonder. You are beautiful and desirable not for the clique you attend, but for the spark of life within you that compels you to make your life a full and meaningful one. You are beautiful not for the shape of the vessel, but for the volume of the soul it carries.
- via http://ma-salaama.tumblr.com/
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[May. 2nd, 11|01:31 am] |
“What do you see when you look at me?
Do you see someone limited, or someone free?
All some people can do is just look and stare,
Simply because they can’t see my hair.
Others think I am controlled and uneducated;
They think that I am limited and not liberated.
They are so thankful that they are not me,
Because they would like to remain ‘free.’
Well, free isn’t exactly the word I would’ve used,
Describing women who are cheated on and abused.
They think that I do not have opinions or a voice;
They think that being hooded isn’t my choice.
They think that the hood makes me look caged,
That my husband or dad are totally outraged.
All they can do is look at me in fear,
And in my eye there is a tear…
Not because I have been stared at or made fun of,
But because people are ignoring the One up above.
On the Day of Judgment they will be the fools,
Because they were too ashamed to play by God’s rules.
Maybe the guys won’t think I am a cutie,
But at least I am filled with more inner beauty.
See, I have declined from being a guy’s toy,
Because I won’t let myself be controlled by a boy.
Real men are able to appreciate my mind,
And aren’t busy looking at my behind .
Hooded girls are the ones really helping the Muslim cause;
The role that we play definitely deserves applause.
I will be recognized because I am smart and bright,
And because some people are inspired by my sight.
The smart ones are attracted by my tranquility;
In the back of their mind they wish they were me.
We have the strength to do what we think is right,
Even if it means putting up a life long fight.
You see we are not controlled by a mini skirt and tight shirt;
We are given only respect, and never treated like dirt.
So, you see, we are the ones that are free and liberate,
We are not the ones that are sexually terrorized and violated.
We are the ones that are free and pure,
We’re free of STD’s that have no cure.
So, when people ask you how you feel about the hood,
Just sum it up by saying, ‘Baby its all good!’
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[Apr. 23rd, 11|08:05 pm] |
I repeated it for a long time. I made you sad for a long time.
I must have hurt you. Now I still cannot move.
Why is it so painful to touch you?
I think it is because I was afraid of making the same mistake and losing you.
I tried to recover the unforgettable days to stay close to each other.
You hold my hand without asking anything.
Even if you don't love me tomorrow, I must love you as I do now.
Even if you don't see me tomorrow, I must love you as I do now.
I will walk together, the future not promised
It keeps walking together, to the future in which you are…
I love you so much that I forget any suffering.
My heart feels pain every time I count the days we cannot meet.
The loneliness is piling up. Please don’t cry alone.
Even if we are so far away, we can believe each other.
I wish to smile as it is. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.
I don't want to repeat such feelings, which have kept fading each time.
Even if you don't love me tomorrow, I must love you as I do now.
Even if you don't see me tomorrow, I must love you as I do now.
Please, only look at me. Please, don’t let our hands separate.
I will walk together, the future not promised
It keeps walking together, to the future in which you are…
My friend just reminded me of the time I listen to JRock often. <3 (:
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