Nicki Minaj Has a Fat Ass

I listen to people express

how a big booty equals no self respect

and how proper it should be to hide under a mask of modesty

In order to fit a dress of double standards,

dictated by society.

and as the dress falls over my shoulders,

You cut apart my body like the shards of a cracked mirror,

You hack at my lips, hair, and my thighs 

and ask me why I frown and I sigh

as I wear this dress through school hallways

as I flip the Brazilian weave out of my sweaty face 

The dress collar feels tight around my neck

my head heavy with shame because I had sex

So I stay quiet until I'm sick or pregnant

and cry like the baby in my stomach. 

The dress feels tight on against my skin

as you scream THOT or whore through my windowpane

like sex can't be as natural as rain

nurturing flowers on their way to sprout.

Instead you'd rather a drought

to appease an invisible man in the sky

in order for me to be devout as Ophelia's dead eyes. 

You carve into my skin with your words a scarlet letter

and how I can behave as a good girl better.

I tear off this dress when I assert I am a woman with needs

and will do with my body what I please

Instead of beating into me a belt of Chasity

why not tell me to take ownership of my body-

to claim it and explore with it as if setting for sail 

raise my flag and hold onto every detail. 

I will shake my ass if I want

because it's mine to conserve or flaunt

Isn't this a part of being free? 

Getting to decide if sex will mean something or nothing

does not make me a whore or THOT or a slut, 

it makes me a human being.