As if smiling back at the sunshine beating down on them
Perfect and small, you were well-loved.
How large you both grew when my womb swelled
Outstretching my shirts and sending me to the lingerie store monthly.
For months you ached and leaked as you did your job
And fed my newborn baby.
Strangers saluted you as I walked down the street,
Or just gave a knowing smile in your direction.
Now you are both sullen,
Tiny, shriveled and desperate for the attention you once had
You sit staring straight ahead,
As if beckoning those who pass by to just take a glance
Just one quick glance.
I want to warn all those mothers out there breastfeeding or whom plan to, your boobies may take a hit, big time. My raisins otherwise known as my breasts salute you for your self-sacrifice and stand (barely) as a warning to what can happen after your done--total annihilation.
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