I know that as soon as you see them up close, covered or not,
your mind decides if you like them, and therefore, me.
You determine if they are too big to befriend
or too long to be seen with in public…
You decide in a split second how hard it would be to brush
past them instead of just asking me if they are fake
because if they are fake then so am I, according to you…
I know that as soon as I walk into the room
you judge them compared to my waist size and my height
regardless of how big they are, they are only fat after all and
if they fit my body, then I’m fat, so it’s fair to hate me and
if they don’t, I hated myself enough to buy them so I can’t be taken seriously… yet
You want them in your mouth, gay or not, because
that is what they are designed for and where you got your first meal from
so your lips make a micro pucker before you even say hello
and how you feel about all women has a lot to do with how you feel about them
and how round or perky or flat they are so you hope that they look like a porn star’s does
when they are set free
even if you hate porn.
I know that you are afraid of me, even if you don’t.