Day was in as was out
The fresh sun brought vomitings that meant I was to exist
She hampered the moment as started her daily cravings
The pain was the hustle let no peace be hers
What she needed she only got less

The months run faster than the days to nine of which she needed a push
November as slatted she waited, the weight extreme but her hopes of meeting me

Push was the song of lament down in a banana I lay
So soft and innocent I looked to heavens and shade my first tear to the world

It’s then that she reached for her breast and lashes it to my mouth, I then forgot my tears and grabbed a sip of warmth and comfort
Then was the moment I learnt to suckle.
And days run against me to when she said I couldn’t have it no more
I had gathered experience and qualified for much
Like the hustle, diving into hard times, winning in all pursuits, and craving for success

She told me now you have tasted of this world so you must conquer it
I grew to that strength and lioned over my prey
She walked behind me and scavenged my hunters like a snipper of a watch tower

I now walk alone in person though never forgot the skill of suckling. Such a touch over it braces my strength and each suckle I clutter I come back stronger
For I am a certified hustler