Say No To Crack Poem by cheryl davis miller

Someone explain it to me please,
this fascination with 'boobies.'
As girls display their purchased wares,
the male devotees offer stares.
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Grant them if they crave plastic bust,
a plastic doll to vent their lust.
For ‘naturals’ do not stand tall.
Sometimes mis-shapen, sometimes small.
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In my day we all burned our bras.
Then begged our moms to join the cause.
Determined breasts were meant to feed
our babes, not someones groping need.
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Ladies, if you have ample breast,
please cover-up your upper chest.
Crack in the front; same as the rest.
Viewing of crack, I do detest.
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