I wear a bra that delights their sight and troubles me more
A bra that tortures and imprison my chest
A bra necessary to provide a shape.
I wear a bra that focuses my feminity ,my cleavage
A bra that locks the first layer of a female skin
A bra that channelises a mother’s love to every child after birth…..
But I wear a bra that has suffered every dark roads, sometimes inside the safe home
Yes! We wear a bra that they wish to unlock.
A bra that dresses but undress their lustful thoughts
A a bra that is critical
A bra that is censorious
I had once thought
Of giving farewell to my bra
That asked me not to step outside the women’s room….
Today the same body accepts my bra affectionately
A bra that is well experience, understanding patriarchy and the female strength,
A bra that confirms the vital difference
A bra that affirms the existence of a womb, its significance
A bra that defines our sexuality
A bra that illustrates our individuality