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IF YOU ARE A POET AND WOULD LIKE TO SEE YOUR WORK FEATURED ON OUR PAGE,PLEASE SUBMIT YOUR COPYWRITTEN WORK TO: [email protected] just looove me... some big girls.like the ones pretty & plump all over, with sweet kiss-able lips and wide heavy-set hips naturally switchin'; to catch my attention. when i look into the heaven of a big-girl's eyes my mind knows, that if, a skinny woman is a Volkswagon; a big fine woman... has to be a delicious ride in a CadiLLac.each day i'm alive i thank God, for making me a Man, ‘cause i am indeed thankful; grateful, for all the benefits that comes with that, especially when a big girl finds… she likes my style and desires a double order of the ' Man i am.'i am surely blessed.beautiful big girls super-size & globally warm me, like a large slice of Sweet Potato Pie, teasing the tongue inside my mouth with their cute fat chunky smiles, and large sweet candy bar thighs.ronald stroman"What are Big Girls Made of?"The construction of a woman a woman is not made of flesh of bone and sinew belly and breasts, elbows and liver and toe. She is manufactured like a sports sedan. She is retooled, refitted and redesigned every decade.Cecile had been seduction itself in college. She wriggled through bars like a satin eel, her hips and ass promising, her mouth pursed in the dark red lipstick of desire.She visited in '68 still wearing skirts tight to the knees, dark red lipstick, while I danced through Manhattan in mini skirt, lipstick pale as apricot milk, hair loose as a horse's mane. Oh dear, I thought in my superiority of the moment, whatever has happened to poor Cecile? She was out of fashion, out of the game, disqualified, disdained, dismembered from the club of desire.Look at pictures in French fashion magazines of the 18th century: century of the ultimate lady fantasy wrought of silk and corseting. Paniers bring her hips out three feet each way, while the waist is pinched and the belly flattened under wood. The breasts are stuffed up and out offered like apples in a bowl. The tiny foot is encased in a slipper never meant for walking. On top is a grandiose headache: hair like a museum piece, daily ornamented with ribbons, vases, grottoes, mountains, frigates in full sail, balloons, baboons, the fancy of a hairdresser turned loose. The hats were rococo wedding cakes that would dim the Las Vegas strip. Here is a woman forced into shape rigid exoskeleton torturing flesh: a woman made of pain.How superior we are now: see the modern woman thin as a blade of scissors. She runs on a treadmill every morning, fits herself into machines of weights and pulleys to heave and grunt, an image in her mind she can never approximate, a body of rosy glass that never wrinkles, ever grows, never fades. She sits at the table closing her eyes to food hungry, always hungry: a woman made of pain.A cat or dog approaches another, they sniff noses. They sniff asses. They bristle or lick. They fall in love as often as we do, as passionately. But they fall in love or lust with furry flesh, not hoop skirts or push up bras rib removal or liposuction. It is not for male or female dogs that poodles are clipped to topiary hedges.If only we could like each other raw. If only we could love ourselves like healthy babies burbling in our arms. If only we were not programmed and reprogrammed to need what is sold us. Why should we want to live inside ads? Why should we want to scourge our softness to straight lines like a Mondrian painting? Why should we punish each other with scorn as if to have a large ass were worse than being greedy or mean?When will women not be compelled to view their bodies as science projects, gardens to be weeded, dogs to be trained? When will a woman cease to be made of pain?MARGE PIERCY (a sample of her poem)What is sexy? Fat is oh too sexy! It is a hundred times better than ecstasy. It is not only your size that pleases; Oh, your curves how they appeases. Yes, big girls are mighty nice! They can cook a mean pot of rice Yes, I love your body size! It makes the man inside of me rise. Oh, how my hands love to caress, Your big and voluptuous breasts. I love to lean against your full-size belly,It is smooth and firm like jelly. Your legs so thick and oh so plum! Makes my muscles go “rupa, tom-tom!â€Oh, I love the way your body glides! I must have you as my bride.The softness of your gentle touch, Make me want you, oh so much! The warmth of your embrace,Makes my heart beat like I just ran a race. I love to lean upon your chest, And let my hands roam and caress.In your softness and tenderness I find,Relaxing vibes that sooth my mind. I love your mind, big body and soul.You make me feel complete and whole. And when you rub your hand on mine, It sends tingling sensations down my spine.By NS
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