The scarf They stand there with shorts, so short, excessively short, shorts that so deceptively capture from them all they know ... of modesty... ...and I proudly pull my scarf over my hair They stand there, face lost in a sea of make-up, make-up that so ruthlessly captures from them all they know of freedom... ...and I proudly pull my scarf over my hair They stand there, hair raining with gels, colors - chemicals that so menacingly capture from them all they know of purity... ...and I proudly pull my scarf over my hair They stand there, so close, so very close to their lover, devoted to them, the devotion that so mercilessly captures from them all they know of individuality... ...and I proudly pull my scarf over my hair And they stand there, talking of getting new shorts, new gels and colors, new boyfriends, materialistic things that so wrongfully capture from them all they know of God and love... ...and I proudly pull my scarf over my hair For my scarf is my protector, my lover, my devotion, my pureness, my beauty, my remembrance of God, And I proudly pull it over my hair knowing that when I wear it, I so rightfully thrust away all the things that the devil brought about, And when I put it on, I am Free..
Posted on: Sun, 09 Mar 2014 16:12:26 +0000
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