Breast Implants 3 Poem by Ramona Thompson

Better believe that we're through if you do
Regardless of all that we've been through together
Even a hint that those 16 year old breasts have gotten any bigger and I am no longer your mother
A disowned, homeless child you will be
Sad but true
That will be the only choice you leave open to a heartbroken mother
If you go through with this crazy hair-brained plan of yours

I suggest you that one over a bit, young lady
Make your choice very carefully and don't you dare even think about going crying to your daddy
Pleased him so good last night that he'll say to you is the very same things that I just have
Learn how to please a man like your mother can
And maybe someday when you're older you'll get your way
A little suggestion until then?

No amount of screaming, threatening or foot stomping is gonna change either one of your parent's minds
Too bad
So sad
Poor little crybaby girl
Honestly, you don't think I know why you want them?

Yes dear
I know all about your older, horny, oversexed boyfriend
He's great in bed
But not so smart in the head
Told me all about your little plans the last weekend we spent together back at his place
And so to protect you from his leechous 19 year old ways and to keep getting mine from him
Without you in the way
In his face
With a new set
Younger and bigger then mine
My answer shall remain now and forever
A big, fat....

NO!

2008 Ramona Thompson