The Bra

Poem by Jyhene Kebsi My straps are weary of carrying her heavy breasts My straps are weary of carrying swollen breasts over a sad chest My greasy straps  are weary, like her torn slippers Tight cups squash swollen breasts Tight slippers squeeze bruised feet  My straps queue for food, medicine, toilets, the phone…. My straps are weary from kyriarchy Her breasts … Continue reading The Bra