Curves
My arms over my chest
Where you want yours to be
My back bent over my body
To have the layers fall over my chest and my stomach
My collars held closely at my neck
The rolling of my curves hidden always
Sleeves held down over the arms that hold marks of shame
Upon shame I hide my body
Upon your eyes I hide from
The ones that don't see mine
The ones that don't mention the smile I muster at eye contact
The eyes that follow my chest
My curves
Your eyes aren't a problem when I can nearly hear the thought in your head
The images
The ideas
The emotion.
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