Burn All Bras
I care I search for the perfect peach shirt
That allows my skin to breathe
So red restrictive and violet vindictive
A black bra is to me
Why is it a put off if my girls toss
You are lost emerald envy looking
Gravity a green game it's such a shame
That my bare breast are not winning
That very day Eve met the snake
Who cares if he was staring
Did he partake of her chocolate cake
Because her nipples were bra free
My bra is like a rope my breast do choke
I feel no hope in bras no worth
Let them fall down to brown ground for
I care and I search.
Written 10/8/23 for What to Search for Contest
Sponsor Miranda Hawley
Copyright © Karen Jones | Year Posted 2023
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