Will I Fit In ?

She entered the school,

And hoped she could dare

to be accepted,

Was all her silent prayer

As she scanned the corridors

She saw so much skin,

And sighed as she knew

It wouldn’t be so easy to fit in.

She adjusted her black cape

So that it now covered her like a shroud,

Hoping that she would now be

Able to blend into the crowd.

Alas, alas it wasn’t to be,

The girl with the different clothing,

Was surely going to be picked on, you see.

She raced to the bathroom

Eyes brimming with tears,

Slowly allowing her mind

To be consumed by her fears.

Why? Why is it so bad to be unique?

To uphold your religion

And faith to keep?

Is it life’s rule to show so much skin?

Then surely she would never ever fit in.

A tiny hand lay on her shoulder,

And wiped away the tears

That had gone aboulder.

She said,

"Never be demeaned by who you are,

Embrace it.

This is who you are,

Don’t allow anyone to erase it."

The girl gave a little laugh,

It was as though the Messiah

Had given her,

The crippled girl a staff.

With courage anew

She stood up tall,

Not allowing any fears

To remain at all.

She swung open the doors

And walked right out.

Not caring what anyone else

Thought about

She wondered,

Is it life’s rule to show so much skin?

She laughed wrapping her niqab

Securely around her face

Then surely,

It is the biggest sin.