You look at me and call me oppressed,
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 Simply because of the way I'm dressed,
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 You know me not for what's inside,
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 You judge the clothing I wear with pride,
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 My body's not for your eyes to hold,
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 You must speak to my mind, not my feminine mold, 
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I'm an individual, I'm not mans slave,
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 It's Allahs pleasure that I only crave,
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 I have a voice so I will be heard,
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 For in my heart I carry His word,
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 " O ye women, wrap close your cloak,
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 So you won't be bothered by ignorant folk",
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 Man doesn't tell me to dress this way,
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 It's a Law from God that I obey,
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 Oppressed is something I'm truly NOT,
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 For liberation is what I've got,
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 It was given to me many years ago,
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 With the right to prosper, the right to grow,
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 I can climb moutains or cross the seas,
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 Expand my mind in all degrees,
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 For God Himself gave us LIB-ER-TY,
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 When He sent Islam,
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 To You and Me!