A gift from Rachel Rooney to you all
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My Bodice is Me!
I am my bodice. My bodice is me.
It's part of my authentic identity.
My bodice has boning and ribbons I own.
It holds in my gut and the moobs I have grown.
When eating and drinking or standing to piss
I insist that I'm an immutable Miss.
I am my bodice. My bodice is me.
It's part of my authentic identity.
My bodice can mend from a rip or a break.
It's fixed on the six months of sick leave I take.
It itches and tickles but goes with my hair.
And covers the truth of the facts you lay bare.
I am my bodice. My bodice is me.
It's part of my authentic identity.
My bodice can pose like a dame in distress.
A costume. A cosplay. One part of a dress.
It bind and restricts as a real women should.
SEEN AND NOT HEARD is my motto for good.
I am my bodice. My bodice is me.
It's part of my authentic identity.
Bodices differ… Ladies do too.
Some prefer pink ones… Some prefer blue.
Some will get muddy. …Others do not.
Some suit cold weather… Some like it hot.
It looks so becoming. Like armour it's tough.
Yes, EVERY bodice can do all this stuff.
I am my bodice. My bodice is me.
It's part of my authentic identity.
Wherever I travel, my bodice goes too.
I'm never without it, whatever I do.
I'm born for a bodice.I don’t have a spare.
I love when it hugs me. I'll treat it with care.
Bodices are great! They fit perfectly.
I am my bodice. My bodice is ME!