Toss the coin and see it spin…
On one side: the flat chested girl turtled over
hunched into herself
her spare curves ashes in her mouth
her narrowness a shameful malady
Flip it over and the other side:
the well endowed girl
who must face the world with crossed arms and a guarded face
her measurements defining her
“….a build like that, she’s asking for it…a whore obviously..”
The single girl who must endlessly answer querulous questions about birth dates and wedding dates and dates of serviceability.
Dates of shelving as if she were a ripe cheese soon to be growing mold,
pointed remarks about cows and cheap milk.
Or maybe one of those lady-men they whisper behind closed minds…
The permission to restrict and force
is an accepted practice
and when we will think to stop and ask why?
In the end, behind all their tight and counterfeit smiles
is the knowledge that they are not right
they are at fault
All decided by the toss of some indifferent coin…