Hi guys
Just a little poem I wrote for one of the courses I am doing
Respect the Hijab(i)
A Hijabi, that's what their called,
Tightly fixed around their head,
In all colours, scarves neatly wrapped,
She's got 'respect' and called Sister.
Never mind her extra-tight skinnys.
Or the clubbing stilettos she finds appropriate,
Its only winter Bradford, with hills to climb,
Sisters a Hijabi, give her respect, yeah!
So what, if her breasts are on the floor,
Or when she bends over,
A diamond studded thong screams, Hi!
It's the latest fashion, and its matches her earrings,
Sisters a Hijabi, give her respect, yeah!
Don't matter, if she's got a fag in her right hand,
Or that she has enough blusher on to mistake her for a Drag,
It's the only thing that covers her acne,
And highlights her cheekbones,
Sisters a Hijabi though, give her respect, yeah?
Okay, so she's got a lad in a her left hand,
And that tongue-twister you just saw, was screaming hypocrisy,
Everyone has one, and his usually large hand,
On her butt cheek is nothing new, don't you know?
Sisters a Hijabi though, give her respect, yeah?
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