I got told I can’t be a lady without breast pads or bras and when I did research I went into the bewildered and built a bra of my own. I needed a cushion that felt ‘one in a trillion’ That would enhance the frills on my dress…
Some have silicon, implants… I have cat like jaguars that are bony as can be (to shape myself of beginner lady) and I wear their fur like a stupid little phoney (and I even had enough to make some kinkers too)
I thought it be a new trend I could extend at school. GET THIS> Turns out I was the voice (and image)of a fool that took the pride from the one without a voice. If I had choice to turn back the clocks I would. I will sail with experience of knowing wearing a bra like this is just punishment to every living thing. So there I be, I have even crossed out animal free, human free and any other bra in ex-istence. To wear another bra is like asking if I fancy a brew… “fuck you, not a chance“
My new role models:
Amanda Palmer and a lady from an old DIY programme who likes to let her garden bumps grow organic
Two ladies which proved you don’t become lady just by strapping on a smart bra, that’s just dumb…
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A contest entry
- grotesque paintings from a grotesque mind by louder than bombs.
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