Firstly, I'm not a body-shamer.
To each their own
(a good phrase, though grammatically incorrect),
But sometimes I find it hard to understand
The tatoos, the piercings, the colors and placements.
The usual answer, if I dare ask:
     I'mhxpressthinmythelf.
Good for you.
Does the diaper pin through your cheek
Tell us you're a Dad or something.
     Na.
The quarter inch bolt and nut through your ear?
Are you a machinist or a plumber, or something?
     Na.
The doll-house plates in your lips?
Are you a Duck Dynasty fan?
A member of the Audubon Society or something?
     No. I'mapontingxprschmyselpth!
Sorry, what was that?
     I'mapontingxprschmyselpth.
I'm sorry. I don't quite get what you're saying.
I don't mean to be rude,
But could you express those plates for a minute... I... I get it.

Some accuse me of creating '*****'
for engaging in ****** acts
without the blessing of a marriage contract.

How dare you shame the caring women I've loved!
A Woman strong enough to share her affection
does not deserve your 'holy' derision.

A Woman decides for herself, not you!
A Woman owns her body, not you!
A Woman knows what love is, not you!

And these beautiful Women chose me!

**NOT YOU!

I like how you think you're all that,
Hah although your chest is really flat
Forgive me I'm rude you say?
Sorry *** things don't always go your way

I like how you think your all that
But really you're a little brat
You're a class A attention *****
All you want is more more more

I like how you think you're all that
Honey take off your hard hat                        
You can call me a "A body shamer"
If I were to date you I'd need a disclaimer

I like how you think you're all that
Your *** really isn't that fat
You fake cry to get attention
But really it's just gives the whole room tension

You seriously think you're all that
My job is done you sentimental rat
I should not waste any more of my time
I wasted enough trying to make this poem rhyme

I wouldn’t say that life is fair,
but sometimes the wind blows in our favour.
We do sense tension in the air, every time life issues a disclaimer.
In life you may be coerced,
in to becoming a self blamer.

What bitterness and grief has life in store for me?
If only my good deeds redeem me from being a shamer.
You may mock me for what I am today,
but tomorrow to your deeds you will be a claimer.

Whatever good you do along the way,
will come back to save you when you need acclaimer.
On earth you have no time to spare,
on your target you should be the aimer.
Life can be shocking sometimes, but no need to be the exclaimer.

It’s little things that do count in life,
if to your soul you want to be a tamer.
A friendly smile or a nod of the head,
to your self-esteem you will be a reclaimer.
Or a kind word that might earn you respect,
or for which you could enter the hall of famer.

Honour your word and gain peoples hearts,
to your reputation it won’t be a restrainer.
Seek wisdom in the womb of life, to your dignity it will be a maintainer.
Don’t sell your soul for what it’s worth,  
unless you want humiliation to be your enslaver.