Breast cancer charity Coppafeel have selected a student’s poem about talking boobs to help them raise awareness of their cause.
The charity are working with east London student Holly McComish after Coppafeel founder Kris Hallenga heard her recite her poem ‘If Tits Could Talk’ on social media.
The poem is a fun take on what breasts might say if they could talk, and includes a serious health message. Coppafeel sent the poem to their subscriber base and have shared across social media.
Drama student Holly McComish, from east London, went viral with the poem, after Canadian writer Rupi Kaur invited her to perform it live to 4m Instagram followers.
The 23 year old, who is studying for an MA at East15 acting school, was inundated with messages of good will after she performed the poem. Her performance has since been widely shared on social media.
FULL POEM
If Tits Could Talk
By Holly McComish
If tits could talk, what would they say?
If boobs could speak for just one day
Stop wearing those bras that are falling to pieces!
Sorry for stretching your best shirts and fleeces
Stop pushing us together, Christ we need air!
Believe us when we say it gets sweaty down there
So when you next go running, or fancy something sporty
Don’t forget your friends down here might need some more supporty
Stop worrying about whether we look round and perky,
All tits sag by the age of 30!
We may sit apart; we may look down
We each have a nose either pink or brown
We’re all slightly different, that’s mother nature’s aim
For how boring it’d be, to all look the same
So stop squashing us down to make us look smaller,
Wear us with pride, stand a little taller
And even if we’re slightly smaller, this needn’t be an issue
For size does not define a women, nor do pads or tissue
If tits could talk, I’m sure they’d say,
FUCK its bloody cold today!
And why does he keep staring?
Is it because of what we’re wearing?
All these eyes are glaring, we really wish they’d stop
For you miss a woman’s face when you’re talking to her top.
If tits could talk, I’m sure they’d say
Love us please in every way!
Buy us bras that fit just right
hold us tightly through the night
When you bleed each month, remember we are sore
Allow us to relax, drop the bras to the floor
And just know it’s okay to wear tops that reveal
Because YOU decide who cops a feel
Know your bust is more than lust, this assumption very wrong
For one day we’ll feed children, to make them big and strong
One last thing we must get off our chest,
To say it now I think its best
Please, you have to check us, don’t make it such a chore
Always feel for lumps and bumps that were not there before.
If tits could talk I’d want them to say
Look after us, we’re important.
