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#Poetry. Breasts. Why are these so sexualised that a girl/woman cannot go through life without lust filled eyes and hands of men touching them?
I was three when it was harmless to be free and topless
I was eight and it wasn’t right to not cover my chest while the boys of my age didn’t
I didn’t know why and to find it, I didn’t try for anyway I loved those pretty frocks I was bought
I turned ten and that was when my chest puffed up and my li’l brother enquired as to what I had laid in my shirt pocket… obviously noticing something swollen there
I got the first dose of shyness, I was ashamed of my chest; My dad wouldn’t hug me anymore
I turned fifteen and my breasts looked attractive to my own eyes! I outgrew my favourite tees Still recall the major wardrobe refill I had, back then
The perverted eyes on the street wondered when the metamorphosis happened I made it into one of their fantasies They looked at me like I only had boobs no eyes, no face, no heart
Mom recommended a dupatta and I accepted readily for I knew I wanted a shield
I turned twenty and friends I had a plenty modern and trendy and, off went my dupatta stopped bothering to cover my breasts as through they were my sin
I used to take the public commute to only be pissed off by looks that stripped me off my clothing, by eyes that imagined their hands full with my breasts, eyes that gauged my size and argued over it, that peeped shamelessly to catch a glimpse of my cleavage, those eyes, that slut-shamed me despite enjoying my nipples that stuck out ’cause it was cold outside, the eyes that had the audacity to judge my virginity by the size of my boobs! and by hands that tried to touch me, press me as though “accidentally”
To them, my boobs were just mood boosters they didn’t know what a pain it was to hold them tight in a brassiere wear it as tight as I could so that they didn’t sag so as to not be called an “aunty” They wouldn’t ever know how painful it was for my back to support my huge breasts they wouldn’t ever know the pain a bra strap could give They won’t know the ache that comes from acne caused due to heat building up between large breasts
I turned twenty three and I had a boyfriend and he never knew that as much as I loved his hands play with my boobs I was also scared if that could make them bigger
I turned twenty seven and I had an infant it pained my heart every-time I couldn’t nurse my baby well; As much as I loved the connection I had with my baby during the breast-feed, it sometimes made me feel like a food factory
Still when I went out, those perverts groped my boobs with their eyes for they thought lactating boobs were sexier I was again part of their fantasises“milf” was my new name
I turned thirty five my daughter was about the age she should stop being topless and I was old enough to panic over every lump that appeared around my boobs
I am now forty the lump I developed recently is more serious than the usual ones I get the mammogram had bad news for me I was to get rid of one of my breasts and lose my obsession over symmetry in my body I was to get rid of the shield over my heart to get rid of where once my baby latched with me where my husband always loses himself we talk about wearing heart in the sleeves now I wear my heart in my tees for it has lost its shield
Dear perverts, go grab my breast and grope it all you want! It doesn’t hurt anymore, it ain’t mine anymore! Grope all you want but it isn’t fresh it is now but a piece of operated flesh lying lifeless in some mess!
It will decay and go into the dust when will thus vanish, your lust?
Choli ke peeche, yeah hain!
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