I have a flat chest
Does it really matter?
Is there a wrong in being flat?
Does that make me less of a woman?
Does that make me less loved by everyone?
I’ve been compared to a stick.
Why not compare me to a wall?
Because, like a wall, I’d still stand tall
But a stick? I could break at any time.
Flat breasts earned me an award
Of being called a boy always.
With a wall-like chest, no man is ever going to
Be turned on by you, they say.
But somehow darling,
I still manage to slay.
Slay with fire in my eyes.
I’m still a woman. Just a friendly reminder!
My collarbones are always on fleek.
Something I was once ashamed of.
I still deserve respect.
I deserve to be loved.
Although I may not have that stereotyped sexy body.
Here I am, flat chest, no big butt.
But, I’ve existed to embrace my own kind of beauty.
Written by Ojero Kendy BleHsin