I'am trying to break that stereotype about Arabs, that they are bad,women are oppressed |
Who am I ? I'm the voice of all in one The hidden truth behind media and newspapers An Arab they say I put my veil on I choose the color each day Should I wear pink or red? Should it always be black? I sit on my couch With a cup of cappuccino in my hand I open my t.v A woman wearing black covering her face She is so pure here But why is she so devilish there ? She is Islam they say But who am I then ? A representative of my religion I refuse to be It is pure, and that doesn't always applies to me I have my own flaws oh can't you see? But darkness doesn't reflect me Thrown to a world full of borders Being one, was always my dream I run towards that border , to meet someone dear But suddenly he vanishes and disappears Blood on the floor, a smell of sadness and fear And some big lies in the atmosphere Is there an explanation to make things clear? Is it a dream that I should decipher? Or you're killing each other and that is real? No don't cry , and save your tear. A new dress, the world is going to wear . A child in the grave, but I saw him last year Playing in that same mud that covers him here |