Mama Kat is at it again! And here’s where I get all eloquent about clothes.
4.) Write a 20-line poem (rhyming or non-rhyming) dedicated to your favorite piece of clothing (could be a shirt, hat, shoes, etc.). (inspired by writersdigest.com)
Really. Look me in my eyes because to look down?
Is to look at Falsehood.
Long ago and far away, I was honest.
I stood straight and thrust my chest out proudly
“Small but mighty!” I intoned.
“All natural, all mine!”
I was Small-Chested Woman, and Perky, to boot.
But today…ah, Time! Cruel, cruel Time.
And cruel, cruel Gravity.
The twin enemies of the twin Girls.
Instead of pride, I now flaunt gel.
My bra is squishy with “extra support”.
My boobs are mine, because I bought them.
At Target. In the lingerie aisle.
Is there any greater gift than the push-up bra?
My clothes look better, thanks to bra technology.
My shape more balanced.
And the ravages of time and age and motherhood are disguised.
And thus, I have one in every color.