Why do you wear that piece of cloth? They ask;
To us it seems such a difficult task;
If we had to cover ourselves all day;
Hiding our beauty from the world, no way;
That piece of cloth has really no use;
Following religion is just an excuse;
That piece of cloth is so not the fashion;
That piece of cloth is just some oppression.
That piece of cloth, flying with wind;
That piece of cloth, throwing colors around;
That piece of cloth, gives me peace of mind;
That piece of cloth, keeps me safe and sound;
That piece of cloth is my own choice;
It is my identity; it gives me a voice;
That piece of cloth, truly hard to explain;
That piece of cloth is beyond beautiful;
It gives me no humiliation or shame;
That piece of cloth makes my life meaningful;
That piece of cloth, they say is oppression;
That piece of cloth is my satisfaction.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem