I'm sick of being downsized.
Because of my chest size.
I catch the glances...
the looks...
the downright stares.
But it only makes me sick
to my stomach.
because that's ALL
they see.
When they look at me.
First some look at my eyes...
pretending to be mesmerized.
Then thinking their eyes are
nonchalantly
sliding downwards,
they smile.
It only makes me wanna say...
"Hey.
Honey.
Face.
Up a bit."
But I only cross my arms
and take it.
Please...
stop looking
at my chest,
and start looking
at the part of me
that I think isn't the best...
because most guys say...
my chest is better
than my face.
And sadly
that's the only way
some of em think.
But...
I don't want to be called
sexy
all the time.
I want to be called
pretty
once upon a time.
So look
at my eyes
at least...
once in awhile.
And maybe...
I'm more than just
worth your while.
And maybe...
I have a heart
behind these DD's.