This ass.
I’ve spent decades battling
Increasing size
And changing shape.
Has ever before
A warrrior
Fought so long? So hard?
Earning neither prize nor peace?
I vowed to aim for size eight,
Accept size ten,
And never -ever- enter the realm of larger-than-that.
Butt.
I am on the cusp.
Size twelve beckons,
Promising comfort and ease.
Is it the Siren? The Serpent?
I am tempted.
I’ve worked so hard, so long.
Can I not yet put the fight behind me?
Can I not yet retire?
The NIKE ReBUTTal that Makes Me Rethink…
4 Responses to “This Ass”
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I’ve fought the same battle and ended in the same place. Defeated by the mighty forces attacking from the rear.
There is a lot of resignation in my attitude these days and not much fight left. Some things can’t be saved, and some things I never had in the first place.
“Defeated by the mighty forces attacking from the rear.” This line is perfect, you writer, you!
As for acceptance…I’ve worked to develop this quality on levels spiritual, emotional, mental, social, esoteric. The physical is my last stand. I fear, in this battle, I may be Custer.
Speaking as a man from the Caribbean…..I like a woman with a substantial derriere.
In reference to your poem…..Your words conveyed the struggle and the doubt. The reBUTTal is a great touch…..very self affirming.
Appreciate you comment and your preferences ;-) . Thanks for reading!