I am me... The Modesty Queen...

All natural & no weave.

If I was a dictionary I would define myself as Gold for the world to see.

Rocking no booty short's for men to see.

What makes me ME?


I'm eger to, satisfy the one who created me.

Filled with dignity, I ask her who you are.

She said I am you... And you are me.

Modesty defines me from the inside & out. 

It's all of me!

I just don't protrude to be.

I like her cool style & her high fashion industry.

Saudi,  Dubai, Kenya & Kuwait.

"Modesty I hear you calling me"

I interrupt this announcement..

To inform you that the black veils isn't terriost on TV.

Who are you to judge me...?

Since I'm not the average Barbie or Queen B?

I'm 100% Muslim always rocking Hijab you'll see.

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