The style between us is different
Now deal with it
You think your style is perfect
Well almost as its kinda harsh to say that word
You would take defensive offense
Everyone else in your eyes don't know how to dress
Well we've always unintentionally upstaged you at weddings you even borrowed clothes if they fit perfectly
One day i remember you putting me down, down, down, down, down
Picking out my clothes to meet your precious friends like they were royal queens, but i would still want to wear converse even if i were there
I don't need posh shiny shoes i just want to be Hakyhiqs
I weren't rich i only had what i had, but even today i had better things they still don't matter
Except have you looked in the mirror at all
I remember that humiliating day
Little red riding hood
Nobody seemed to say anything about how i dressed or anyone else for that matter
It was just you
Hmmmm makes me wonder what to say except how mortifying seen as you cry over humiliation, but this was mortifying for me, but i kept it inside of me
You do need fashion police you know make a law to stop you harassing everyone else and just focus on correcting your own style cons before our ones
Don't tell me i need to wear a jilbaab a woman should be ready to commit not take it on and off or wear it for the wrong intentions
I bet if i did you'll say something about it too
Like you always do
Are you stubborn coz i do remember this fuss, high opinion, wouldn't say closed minded, but so adamant and stuck in your way or the high way theory
You told me to wear a jilbaab and you don't so that is not a good message is it
A woman should wear it for all the right reasons
Its hard enough getting used to the hijaab, when i am ready i will commit to the jilbaab because i do want to as i have committed to the hijaab and its become a part of me
