Veil Unveiled

The will to be in veil,

The veil to be unveiled.

The myth about my stance,

The veil that you glance.

The fact that I do stare,

The farce that I scare.

The life that I do fare,

Things that I do care.

A title that I so possess,

A name that people assess.

I am for that, a name,

Forlorn and disdained.

I do laugh and cry,

For a veil isn’t always dry.

Never meek or weak,

But with a veil to peek,

I do seek, An identity- unique.

In a world where modesty worn

Is an anti-social form.

Why doesn’t one question,

About it being wrong?

The veil for me,

Is an expression of dignity,

The pride of being ME.

For I am veiled in ears, tongue and the heart,

But its thee who’s veiled,

In thought process,

and shrouded in hypocrisy.