Ode to My Boobs
Ode to my boobs
The only things that make me look older than 15
Ode to the saddlebags
That have stuck to my body since I was 10
And still grow with me
Ode to the “money makers”
More like Big Ass Spenders
Natures wallet but clasp is busted
So the cash falls into the hands of the ma’am
With the measuring tape around her neck
Better than the goods falling into the hands of the handsy man
Who thinks he can buy them and remove them from me
But not until I show him how they work
And shake what my mama gave me
Maybe he should be the one with the measuring tape
So when he asks me how big
I can reach out
And choke him with it.