I am a woman
A free woman
And I don't see the point
What-so-ever
In wearing a bra.
Personally I see it
As a form of harness
A kind of straitjacket
Made for and used
By women only
This isn't fair.
I mean why, why should I
Restrain myself
In this day and age?
Why should I rely on a
Piece of material called a bra
To hold me together?
For the sake of kinky sex
I could wear one,
But to make it a daily routine
No I refuse!
At the stake
I burnt all my brassieres
Including my wonderbra
Declaring my liberation and
My independence
And if any woman
Craves for equality
Let her join me in the
Bra Burning Business.
Good for you, Gainiu. To be forced to do something because it is the norm is an assault on basic freedom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brave utterances set aside for sober reflection.