Posterior Poem by Ragy Sandid

What if I admired a woman's posterior?
How bad a man would that make me?
Can we really judge all that's a person
Without checking out of the exterior?

There is always a thought somewhere
Some to others are superior or inferior
But that's a thought we hold
Till we see ourselves in our make-belief human mirror

How can that be when only we see out
What's hidden for the other in the rear?
We take parts of the body to be a social career
Others are just left for a day to cheer?

We're no animals, we possess literate letters
That move and say when they think which is better
But the sound has to come with a voice
With value to mention what, in some ears, matters

So I like round twin things, that's the latter
The former is a round twin, just higher or even higher
One I can say I like; the other I mute my flatter
And for so many eyes and ears that's just plain better