breastfeeding
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Sucking up milk is something all babies do.
It's a common sight, until some
dirtbag takes it upon himself to
curse a nursing mother in the mall because
His plump infant belly melds into my soft belly with it's silvery stretch marks(flashes of fish in a pond.)
Our breathing syncs
together. Each day after the first marks a step farther
that he moves
You look for your momma when you're unsure
I'll always be there no matter where the need occurs
To nourish your tiny body and see your little hand grasp my finger
this is a pleasure that is all mine.
