"Breasts"

“Breasts”

 

How can the objects of such desire, worship and admiration

be mere means of sustenance and nourishment?

Big or small, they are forever in our faces.

We build them up with pockets of fluid.

Or reduce them with knives and needles.  

They perk and bounce.

They droop and sway.

We celebrate them and parade them with pride when we’re young.

Then curse them for their lack of youthfulness when we’re old.

We truss them up like turkeys to contain and restrain them.

And add bulky padding to deceive the eyes of strangers.

If we’re fortunate and attentive they remain healthy.

But sometimes they fall sick and need healing.

And, sadly, we sometimes lose them.

Then we march with our sisters in their memory.

How men salivate at the mere site of these lovely mounds of flesh!

Perhaps because they miss their mothers,

or have oral fixations needing to be soothed and pacified.

Pacifiers indeed! They do placate both young and old into silence.

Spread out for all to see at the center of magazines which are then

spread out in the laps of young boys who desire release.

Plastered in all their glory on internet pages.

Did God know what he was creating when he designed these vessels of food?

Not necessary for procreation, but serve as such in a roundabout way all the same.

Because I AM a woman I HAVE breasts, but I AM NOT my breasts. I am more.

How important we are as women to have the ability

to feed the eyes and mouths of the world.

 

Reviews

[Eagle Cruagh]

This is a new way to look at those beautiful
creations. Beyond beauty I find no satisfaction
in them, perhaps they are wasted on me, but
then just when I think that I am hopeless some
wonderful person comes along and reintroduces
me to the world.
Thank you for this multi angled stare.
I am appropriately impressed.
----- Eagle Cruagh

[bluessadmood]

when i am in love..i just like to look into those eyes
when you are nagging all the time ..i hide my smile for i know your ways
when you are in love..you are the master only they think you are the slave
so little they know..
you are the mother ..you brought us here
you are the lover..who can beat you to it
when insecure i like to hide in your arms
here you hide so much strength..
they think you are frail..i see you as a mountain
so much patience ..you amaze me
so much emotions inside..yet you all hide
i am really amazed ..what are ..who are
everything and everyone
beautiful work ...

[THE LOST ROSE]

What a wonderful poem. It sounds like you are fed up with the lack of respect you are getting. Sometime we men do not look at the woman as a whole. Just parts. We fall in love with parts. Then we realiize we want new parts. Then some men see a woman as I do as Human Art. The sum of the whole. Powerful because they are the bearer of life and God created woman so life as we know it continues. Okay I am done preaching. I enjoyed the flow and creativity of this poem. Thanks for spreading the gospel and creating a woman's anthem.