my large chest

I have a wonderful voice
A beautiful mind, of course
But it’s not acknowledged
Without a willing choice
You don’t see my eyes
My nose, my face
You look down below
And put me in my place
Slut, whore, easy, too
I wear clothes just the same
Tops fit me just right, am I to blame?
Just like all the others
Same thoughts, same dreams
But, I got more down there
So, now, you become mean
I see your judging eyes
But, it’s something I can’t hide
“They’re bogus, she paid.”
“Let’s give her funny names.”
No longer just a person
But, a body part it seems
I just want to be recognized
And, maybe, not be seen