Because sometimes you need a little sag
in the butt, loose ends to waddle in.
Because you don’t need lace & sheer & fitted
to feel beautiful, or alive.
Because sometimes sexy is in the way
you roll down fabric three times over
& it balloons around your waist, shows up
to say hello through the thick
of your dress or over the top of your jeans.
Because sometimes you need a bucket
of loose underwear for the days everything
else is too tight—
the world, your heart, the boys with their eyes
/hands/ on you. Because today your fabric
comes up to mid belly & the elastic is so worn
you bobby pinned it together
& this is your last gate, barbed wire, line of defense
& the motherfuckers will still stare,
hungry, as always.
© Fatimah Asghar
Some other random works of this poet:
- Ode To The Brazillian Wax
- I Don’t Know What Will Kill Us First: The Race War or What We’ve Done to the Earth
- From “Oil”
- Look, I’m Not Good At Eating Chicken.
- My Love for Nature
- Super Orphan
- For Peshawar
- Main Na Bhoolunga
- Smell Is the Last Memory to Go
- If They Should Come for Us
- Game Of Thrones
- Ways I Am Tired
- Pluto Shits on the Universe
- For Jonylah Watkins, Who Was Shot 5 Times While Her Father Was Changing Her Diaper