Hijab-Ulous

By Peacock Secrets

Don’t hate me because I am beautiful

Looking hijab-ulous for Allah, devoutly dutiful

Shaking your head at me ‘cause I cover

Wouldn’t take you nor your wingman as a lover

Glaring at me like crazily ‘cause I’m veiled

An ocean of chastity you’ve never sailed

And you’re all alarmed ‘cause I’m devout

I’m hijab-tastic! Not even a single toe is out!

You can quit catcalling me too, ‘cause I’m chaste

Ain't no welcome sign wrapped ‘round this waist

Trying to peer pressure me ‘cause I’m concealed

And ain’t out here trying to cop a feel

Pontificating that I’m oppressed ‘cause I’m different

“Miss Muhammed is much too modest, we like ‘em ignorant!”

And you’re kind of curious ‘cause you can’t cuddle this jelly

Joker, Lord knows your stupid tail ain’t ready!

So don’t hate ‘cause you, your boy, and your girl can’t touch this!

I’m a female manifestation of feminine justice!

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And girl, now you’re just jealous ‘cause you think he likes it

Said, “Wonder what her hair’s like when she unties it?”

Yeah she’s hoping to high heaven that I’m hot in my hijab

So she can get me to join her in flashing flabby flabs of abs

Don’t be mean to me because real men find me appealing

Kindly consider concealing all the cleavage you’ve been revealing

You’re surprised because our boss recognized my mind?

Could it be because he isn’t busy admiring my behind?

I heard there was an insane party where the office nicknamed

you “Lil Miss Loose and Cray-Cray”

Oh, Dang! Poor baby!

Anyway, they nicknamed me “Lil Miss Gotta Go Pray-Pray”

You out here hating ‘cause my beauty is discreet

But if I was half naked, girl you knooow you couldn’t compete!

So later for you, your lewd dude,

and your half nude crew!

It’s not your pleasure that I seek

Allah, the Beautiful Fashioner, formed this physique

Verily Allah made everything valuable a challenge to achieve

Pearls, diamonds, gold, Heaven, and— yes!— even me

He Almighty offered me a trade treaty,

His commands for my destiny

So I traded in nudity for decency

I traded in popularity for modesty

And I’m trading in your knuckle-headed opinion

For His highest Heavenly dominion

I'm Hijab-ulous for liiiiife!

From a documentary, I learned that Muhammed Ali used to tell his daughters: anything valuable is covered,  protected, and not easy to get to. This inspired the last few lines of the poem. I was highly honored that the 1st time I performed this piece, Maryam Ali (his daughter) stayed late to hear me recite it. 

By Peacock Secrets