A poem that sums up all that is despicable about Page 3. Let's hope it is stopped.
Indrani Ananda,
Loder Road, Brighton
Page Three When Hubby reads his morning rag You bet what page he’ll flick: His popping eyes betray his thoughts......
Why Page 3 makes me sick!
I’m made to feel invisible, Unglamorous, a prude; My self-esteem has drained away - I don’t look like that nude.
A man can work out at the gym, Get ‘six-packs’ – just like that!
A girl, despite how hard she tries, Cannot get ‘tit for tat’!
For women with mastectomies It’s cruel and unfair; Their self-worth gone, they suffer on Because Page 3 is there.
I sing, I dance, I paint, I write – It’s all in my CV; But nothing counts for anything Unless I’m on Page 3.
I am a woman with a Mind, But breasts are all men see; My talents are, like age, taboo – Oh how I HATE Page 3!
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