like wounds are made to heal…
lifted and separated
no longer the goal--
just gravity grabbed and real.
What if breasts released and free
from commercially imposed immobility
are natural breasts…
nipples pointed earthward
and not at men possessed?
What if breasts had permission
to bounce in a wild
free-flowing jiggle,
no longer encased in a pupae
they could wiggle
stretch
and breathe free--
all released from the burden of looks
not packaged for men, by men
obsessed with protuberance
but owned
by the women that own them.
Breasts are our gifts
to feed future babes
and to share with our lover of choice.
Our children care not
how they stand over time
if in health we can sing and rejoice,
rhythmic in motion
they nourish and dance
and show us our way,
if given the chance.
P.S. Thanks to my self for taking a Breastplate Workshop with Arla Patch…a significant healing opportunity with a gifted midwife to creative expression. Sanding the edges was particularly powerful. Thank you Arla!!!
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