Thursday, 8 March 2012

To Be or 36B, A Question of Identity

Who are these women who keep their brains
stashed in their pre-moulded bras?
In fifty years, I’ve known many women,
few as shallow as those posited here.
As a child I aspired to a 36B
and learned how inches count;
at fourteen, though, I was never tempted
to give up the power to think.
At least, in ’68, the tits were real
and the best and the biggest of them sagged;
implants were beyond our reach
and the airbrush as yet undreamed.
Now the media would have us teach
our daughters that Essex is the only way.
Perhaps they think, by such a project,
to keep them mute and unschooled.

© Abigail Wyatt

Would you rather have big boobs or brains?
Abigail publishes poetry and short fiction. She lives in Redruth, Cornwall and performs her work at the Melting Pot, Krowji, The Unplugged Chameleon, St Ives, and The Be Spoken Word in Penzance.