To Wear or Not to Wear a Bra, That's the Question (A Teenager's Trip to Be Herself)
I like myself the way I am.
First my name. I call myself Herself. Yes. That’s my name.
I flung my long dress on the couch and put on the mini skirt,
Then, putting my hand inside my tee, I unclipped and unclasped my bra.
I walked out into the open.
The winds were conversing. Leaves were falling from the trees, and some went sailing past me.
One of them touched my naked thigh just below my mini skirt.
I looked down, the leaf still clung there. It loved me so much, the leaf.
And the touch took me to a nirvana trip.
I dipped my hand into my shoulder bag and out appeared the lip stick
and slowly, I caressed a gentle rub over my lips. They turned to soft matt brown
with the magic wand in my mind.
I was myself at last.
So I changed my name to Herself.
Now I have learnt to do whatever I want to. To wear whatever my body demands.
I choose to wear or not to wear a bra, that’s the question.
(c) Bob DCosta (one of my exstudents who is now a mother of two reveals her problems as a teen) #poetryriotprompt #teen #Bra #miniskirt #lipstick #bobdcosta




















