ARTICLE: ''Show Me Your Bréast And I Will Tell You Your Worth''

 

The famous saying reads: "Tell me who your friends are and I will tell you who you are." Now the situation is gradually changing to "show me your breast and I will tell you you’re worth."




















I hope my mum won't see her little boy's wish (but I know she'll certainly read this). I'm tired of controlling my eyes every time I walk along the streets. I'm tired of explaining to my female friends why they should cover up those special, sweet and sensitive parts of their body. I'm tired of people looking at me as if I'm an angel by not admiring the melons like they do.
Moreover, I'm tired of being the good boy who will tell the lady beside me in the bus to adjust her button which she purposefully left open. In all, I’m tired of looking away from the nakedness
of these ladies. Right now, I’m ready to see them all. I'm ready to disgrace any lady who will not respect the sacred order of womanhood and cover herself very well. I'm ready to pour aspersions on you, tell your parents how you sell your body to the highest bidder and make sure you're dealt with.
Now to the ladies, I'm ready to ridicule any of you who is not ready to respect her body. Show us your bréasts with its stretch marks. Show us your thighs with its dirt’s. Show us everything you think you can use in seducing men and messing yourself up. We promise not to remove our eyes or our hands till we've turned those melons to fried eggs.
And guess what; they won't marry you. Be our "runz gurl" today and satisfy our stupid desires. We shall buy you luxuries and steal your future from you. You will beg for the bright future, but your sun has been filled with red tears.
Throw morality to the gutters and enjoy life while you can. But be prepared for us to use you as a laughing stock when your mates are captains of industries and you're still confused whether to go to one prayer house or the other. Weekend is here again, we shall come with our heavy cars and cart you away. Keep you in our hotel room to satisfy our sexual desires.
We shall pay you off and exchange your fresh blood with our old and weak blood. We're also taking your destiny as well. So open your legs for us, show us what you've got. There will be no Promised Land for you because we've taken it away from you.
Unless you change and take an oath to be good, you may never meet me at the Promised Land, where I shall be waiting for when you'll pass me a glass of water and thank God for the gift of grace for the race.
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