Naked and Revealed,
Sexy or Lewd,
What can I do
If I have them on me?
Inseparable, heavy beads,
Bulgy with shady teats.
All you care:
Is it concealed well beneath bra strips?
Gasping for breath,
Sharp stabbing in my breasts,
Lying on the bed,
Nausea till my neck -
All due to the unbearable clasp at the chest.
Tell me,
Is it still my fault,
If a brassiere is not enough for my ample busts to exalt?
Should I cut them?
Or should I burn them?
Since I can't stop their charming dance,
For those
Who only know how to objectify and sexualize their existence,
Without any rightful cause.
It's all you care about.
Maybe what suffocates isn't the bras,
But the disgust for what's beneath them -
And that's what I care about.
You want me to sympathize,
betrayal blatant in your eyes,
I can see through your disguise,
treachery is no surprise.
All you do is criticize,
expect me to apologize,
I'm sick of living with your lies,
you, who cannot compromise.
The way you look may mesmerize,
some may even idolize,
a master, when you improvise,
one more soul you'll victimize.
Your followers lobotomized,
helpless and disorganized,
your answer is to sexualize,
the Queen Bee in her bogus hive.
©Danielle White