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When a mother carries her child
She carries him like a treasure found.
Picture me, giggling, all that time
When I was little; yes, she is mine.
Restless I was, guess she knew it
Hence, she striped herself so I have it
Private and public demands; ah
Was I a child who abash her?
No pride in starvation, I guess
Why sit on my tod as does the guests?
Pinching jaws, my claws meant no harm
On my bottom, resting on her arms
Against her breast, I couldn’t buck
As a baby, all her milk I sucked.
I followed flying butterflies as I craved But they landed me deep into a grave I bled right on the floor not just the pain…
Used to think a lot More of lust, no fault A big bum, big breast Pretty face, white teeth… Yet, one met no one Wired…
A special thank you to all philanthropists From east to west and north to south; Up the sky; freely the littlest of birds fly In…
The alleviated pains from cradle to this very day Has been a bundle of joy, a perfect gift I must say How fast the hand…
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Nice poem. The topic was well chosen
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Thank You Njeri Marion
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it’s beautiful
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Thank you Marion Njeri
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I love it!
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Thank you Becca
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