I Raise My Shirt to the Heavens
by Loolwa Khazzoom • May 20, 2010 • Women and Grrrls
I raise my shirt to the heavens not to you I am not exposed I am released from the shackles over my nipples 24/7. I want to feel the sunshine too on my bare chest away from your stares but you are everywhere and you are the peeping tom always out to get some take some steal some grab grab grab wear her down until she buys into the display and becomes a puppet of your imagination calling it her own when that was buried a long long time ago.
Little girls run free unbridled. Little human beings. I am a little human being too. I want to run free unbridled. The times I do are the happiest. In the rain naked in the park a little nervous but fuck it. Freedom freedom freedom.