I don’t have to look like you in trends:
I can’t stand slings women stash breasts in
For they compress me to faint however loose.
I don’t mind my bust moving up and down
Or swinging sideways like pendulums
As I feel free and breathe effortlessly.
Thanks to personal freedom
And freedom of choice
I am what I am without them all.
Mid rift ropes that hug waistlines
Like a human strapped ready for electrocution
Appeal not, as I’m not ready to lie down and die.
They interfere with my digestion and relaxation
For they separate me in two and kill my oneness
And I become a stranger in my own body.
Thanks to personal freedom
And freedom of choice
I am what I am without them all.
Hosiery that keeps you warm
And make you look like a countess or baroness
Make me itchy and stuffed like I’m in a sack.
Ill-fitting shoes and specs on the nose bridge
Are no pleasures either, as my feet cry foul
And my nose twitches with a heavy load on.
Thanks to personal freedom
And freedom of choice
I am what I am without them all.
Oh, dental structures gripping gums and teeth
And contact lenses poking eyeballs;
Oh, a tie that says-‘I am strangling you now’
And a turtleneck top sheathing like a python;
They drive me nuts till I feel like I am invisible.
I have a phobia and I’m rescuing myself.
Thanks to personal freedom
And freedom of choice
I am what I am without them all.