Poem: Boobs

I know everyone loves and admires my breasts,
But really.
I often wish I didn't have them.

Imagine how much lighter I would be,
"Unsexed" as Lady Mac says, 
Able to leap chest-first into each day
Without concern for being bruised.

Would I be more ambitious
Had I been born a man?
Not dragged down and strapped in
By these 34Hs?

I admit, though, they do provide a sort of power
When I unbutton the right buttons.
A cushion of comfort as well.
A buffer between other people and my heart.

Ah, well. 
Stuck with the softness, I suppose.
I know they are sexy.
But really, people--
They are mostly fat.

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