Dear shoulders,
Your erotic movements dare to scare all,
You uphold the breasts that men crave to see,
That women love to hide.
Shoulders,
Tell me how you feel,
To be covered in harsh fabric because of rules.
Rules that keep you at an insulated heat of 103 degrees in August.
Shoulders,
Tell me,
How it feels to carry a man's mistake for him.
How must it feel to be a burden on a woman.
Tell me,
Sweet darling,
How it feel to have the weight of the world,
The death of a universe,
And the nurturing of Galaxy.
Hold me as I cry on you,
After all,
My man's sexuality depends on you.
YOU ARE READING
Woman.
PoetryA book of poems and feelings. A book from a girl, a rose from the concrete. A Woman growing.
