Mama!, Mama!!, Mama!!!
Cries the infants
Two infants, both two years old
Cries of pain and discomfort
Cries of dissatisfaction, cries of hunger
Yearning once again for the sweet water
The sweet water that drip out of her infant breasts
She is their mother
Mama!, Mama!!, Mama!!!
Cries the infants
"Put them to the breasts", they tell her
Mama relases the cloth that chains them to her back
She is weary, for she toils the day away
Carrier of burden, her nipples sore from the babes' lunch
They suck hard and for long, biting occasionally
As the bright red sun disappears into the horizon.
Mama curses:
I rue the day I birthed you
I rue the day I yearned to have a man inside of me
I rue the day I yearned for the sweet water
The sweet water that fertilized my seed
For after all that pleasure, follows great pain
Leaving me with the burden of single parenthood
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Poetic Injustice
PoésieAs alphabets become words, words become sentences, sentences become poetic stories and these stories become life. This is Poetic Injustice.
