Beautiful-Brother Boona

Maybe you're smarter than me,

Or maybe you just know how much you're worth?

Or maybe you don't need anyone to tell you you're beautiful

Cause you already knew that the day you came out the womb

Maybe you know too much, or maybe you just expect the worst

Or maybe you ain't trying to be nobody's baby unless he speaks with your dad first [to show interest in marriage to a Muslim sister]

Maybe you're saving yourself for heaven cause you can't stand this earth and

Maybe you're saving yourself from hell, Iblis and the ones who are cursed

Maybe you see past deceptions, maybe this world is a lie

Maybe we're like in the matrix, but you're unplugged and you can fly

Maybe you just wanna go back home so you stare at the sky

Cause maybe you know the difference between living and just being alive

Maybe you are a slice of this life's ultimate prize

Cause maybe your mind has been divinely designed

But, maybe it's just me, or maybe it's Maybeline

Or, maybe I should do a better job of lowering my gaze, but honestly you're amazing

And I treat you like a queen cause you give me no choice

My sister in deen [religion, way of life (Islam)] it is time to rejoice,

For you who believe and work righteous deeds,

There is a garden of bliss, for all of eternity

If only you would believe what your eyes could not see

Which begs the question, what is beauty?

Maybe it's the way her bodies shaped or the way she's dressed?

But if the whole world was blind, how many people would you impress

I couldn't care less for tight jeans or a short dress

Or those shirts that expose what God told you to protect

And I don't mean to sound rude, but how could you approve of any dude

Who doesn't mind sharing you with the whole world with too?

Cause he probably don't think you're beautiful, he think your booty full

Glossed lips with makeup on every single cuticle, and it ain't cute at all

Cause if those shoes hurt your feet, why don't you just take them off

Some girls think that pain equals sexy, and if you got it show it off

But nobody even looks happy with those plastic smiles on

And those magazines are wrong, forget men and their songs

Love yourself first before you take anyone else on, [if you expect respect, be the first to show it!, to yourself and others]

And to love yourself is to love the one whom which all love belongs

There is beauty in creation, but the Creator really got it going on

Cause there is something seriously wrong, with pre-teens who look like moms

And middle aged moms who are afraid to see life move on

So they tell wrinkles to be gone, buy hair to make it long

Pluck this tuck that till you dont even know who even are

You women are oppressed, forced to flaunt your thighs and chest

And before puberty, you already on a diet

Promoting nudity, like it's some kind of natural science

But you're a diamond, I shouldn't even see past the glass cage unless I'm buying [in Islam, the dowry (mahr), or gift, is given by the groom to the bride at the time of marraige]

But if you have no shame than do as you please

Cause what is beauty, but an extension of modesty?

So maybe she's right, maybe she does deserve respect

And maybe she walks around feeling like a superhero with that scarf dangling from her neck

Maybe nobody is forcing her to wear it, [there is no compulsion in Islam]

Maybe she would never leave home without it,

And maybe she don't care what other people think, cause most people's opinions ain't even valid

Maybe she feels free; maybe she has peace of mind

And maybe she'll give you a piece of her mind if you step out of line,

Maybe she isn't perfect, but maybe she's trying

Maybe she is just taking things one day at a time

Maybe she laughs and maybe she cries

And maybe you would be surprised at everything she keeps inside

Maybe she can hear every single word said by those cowards

Maybe she has no problem defying all those who doubt her

Maybe she is a warrior and the silence is getting louder

Maybe she wears that shield cause every single day is a battle

Maybe she is more than the skin she is in,

Maybe we should start learning how to love what's within [love this part!]

Maybe God only knows all the places she has been

But maybe she comes back to Him, again and again

Maybe she's not afraid to die, just afraid not to live

Maybe I am not worthy of everything she can give

Cause maybe she is kind, sweet, pure, gentle and suitable

And maybe, just maybe, she is beautiful

 EACH N EVERYONE OF US IS BEAUTIFUL JUST THE WAY WE ARE. BE GRATEFUL OF WHAT WE HAVE..

NIKMAT TUHAN YANG MANA YANG KAMU DUSTAKAN..WALLAHU A'LAM

P/S: this poem is not owned by me...