Pink Respect

I need to get this burden off my chest

For the weight of it’s breaking my back

And please…No jokes! I’ve heard the best

From a rack to being well stacked

Handful of trouble, these buxom things

Flaunted in mags and the silver screen

Big ones might earn more green cha~ching

While small ones rule the waif model scene

They’ve a passive aggressive history

Exploited but then viewed as an art

And I‘ve blamed all my darkest misery

On my curves and my girlie parts

All the unwelcome grasping and leers

I couldn’t stop with shock or scorn

Lecherous uncles I learned to fear

And so I resented the way I was born

UNTIL

My best friend calls with some scary news

That breaks my heart and my peace it plunders

About cancer and scars and post~op blues

And no need for push up bras of Wonder

So it got me thinking ‘bout what makes a girl

And all we do to enhance our fair state

False lashes, make up perfume and pearls

Are nothing more than powder and paint

Just as the size and state of our breasts

Are nothing compared to what lies inside

For a warriors brave heart is the real girl test

So wear that pink ribbon with hard earned pride

RESPECT PROTECT ACCEPT