I've taken a little break from the blogs as I'm a tad short of time at the moment. To keep you entertained, I've written a quick poem...
Am I just a piece of meat?
A pair of breasts with hands and feet.
Dare I think and dare I speak,
For fear of being told I’m weak?
A pair of breasts with hands and feet.
Dare I think and dare I speak,
For fear of being told I’m weak?
Am I just a lovely bum?
A doting wife and loving mum.
Intelligence, well I have none -
All I want from life is fun.
A doting wife and loving mum.
Intelligence, well I have none -
All I want from life is fun.
Am I just a pretty doll?
As beautiful as I am droll.
Here to do just what I’m told,
Discarded when I get too old.
As beautiful as I am droll.
Here to do just what I’m told,
Discarded when I get too old.
Do I even need a face,
A history, a home or race?
Or am I just a piece of meat?
A pair of breasts with hands and feet.
A history, a home or race?
Or am I just a piece of meat?
A pair of breasts with hands and feet.
Thank you for this poem, it is beautiful and spot on. At least we know we are not alone. :)
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