"breastfeed" poems
since when did anatomy become strictly a school subject and not a ******* art? Stop practicing "oh no that's too much skin" "oh man she's a **** "aw dude you can see her ******* poking out" "she must be asking for *** with this picture/outfit/gesture/whatever the **** it is" well I want to say I'm TIRED of the shaming, the judgement, and harassment of people, not just women but people, being themselves and showing their bodies. we are all the same, we are all human. We all have the SAME. BODY. ******* PARTS. And if you can't handle that, a fact of life that is in your face every single day, then what the hell are you doing? Skin is and will always be strictly skin; it is an amazing thing, protecting our insides and keeping us sheltered, so why are we ashamed of it? Why do we place bans and judgements and assumptions on something so beautiful and substantial to living? Why is it so sexualized that a woman can't even breastfeed her child in public without saying "ew gross I can see her ******* Who ******* cares? EVERYONE has ******* and ******* for that matter. I bet people weren't saying that in Rome when people were always naked because it was considered "purity" but now that is the opposite in today's terms. So many wonderful pieces of history are being watered down or suppressed simply because *** and ****** are too "touchy" of subjects. Well I will not let such an artistic, beautiful, and innate thing such as my body be limited to what someone has to say about it or who it offends.
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 11:13 PM UTC
Led by foreign madness, we
- to long expected sleepless graves -
will swim to sink and drown in numbers
weighted down beneath the waves
with nothing left inside but shadows;
no-one left of worth to save
In one end and out the other,
warring with psychotic pride, then
born again and made to suffer
- karmic purpose ill-forgotten -
each new chance at life, a buffer:
"Next time: change..." we chant inside.
Cycles written, history leaking,
sorely weeping through the pores
of growing wombs and offspring born
- another child of soulless form -
to breastfeed lies, imprisoned, shrieking
time again: disease repeating.
Sin ingested (soup for poor)
- the bile of shame and burden lost -
as people starve and lives are sold
and terrors planned to mind control...
and all the while our sickened bodies
hover, rotting, rank with worry.
Toll the bells - it's time to breathe
and **** this horror from our conscience;
steer ourselves towards a pardon,
pave the way, resume our garden
seeding spirit, heart, and mind
with growth to bloom for one last time
or we, the people, incarnating,
won't survive beyond our mating.
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 8:28 AM UTC
Childhood stress is not living in a two-story home
when your best friend does,
even though your mothers are the same. All day long we talk
about weeds and leaving our husbands for each other.
Then, you go on to ask
why should anyone wear clothes if they just leave scarlet
dents on our skin, then you will answer,
someone’s branded us with barcodes like cows.
I once cut my ****** the right I think, while shaving my legs -
cried for weeks afterward wondering
if I would be able to breastfeed twenty years from now,
thought if I could not, I would be less of a woman.
This was before I met my girlfriend who has a ***** and is
just as much as a woman as I am,
this was before I learned that womanhood is a fine powder in
your soul, like ******* but not only white, brown too
and black and mine is pink, and womanhood is
every color of the rainbow and gender is fluid fluid fluid.
Childhood was ignorance of ignorance,
adolescence taught you everything you needed to know on
hating the unique,
but in adulthood, that can change, we can know better.
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 6:31 PM UTC
*
I see a dim star; colorless;
With closed eyes
among the little stars
in the blue sky
one descends to earth,
Towards my river side
Once She lived here, with her
Beloved husband and eight children;
Where are my children now?
Two sons and six daughters.
I gave life to eight; even now I can
Bring one more; where is my beloved man of thirst?
Everything is vague;
Even the first rain;
Even the first kiss;
Even the first embrace!
Everything is blurred.
I too grow uneasy
like the odor of the
rain-washed earth.
Countless poisonous
snakes creep towards me.
Many emerge
with their bleeding tongue
Women come out from
Earth’s blood; they run the
ballet, with flora on their
Beautiful *******
The drums end their stillness.
Pretty women move towards
the river-bank's shades.
Lotus blossom in his rivers
A fairy girl walks from her petals
Who will breastfeed him?
Who will give him his flute,
his peacock-feather cap?
I am an umbrella of stars.
My love is the flute's life.
My word is from him;
From my own son!
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 1:15 AM UTC
I am not ferociously aggressive, but there are activities that I will not can not partake in.
I will not be a grammar-phile in poetry, for sometimes, a sentence just begs to end in a preposistion. Of.
I won't be the surrogate to the emotions you wish you had for me;
if you truly felt them, you would proudly show off the pregnancy bump, endure hours of painful labor and breastfeed those feelings until the inappropriate age of 2.
I refuse to lower my standards and waste any amount of any time with any man who can't appreciate:
sure, all men are created equally,
but over time they can warp, change into slight congruence, and then become foreign, rude, selfish.
(Not all, ofcourse, but some, and that sum is one not worth crying or trying for).
I will never lead a boy into thinking he has my thoughts or affection
for such a crime is critically and clinically cruel
and I do not have the scalpel or shears to perform such inhumane procedures and experiments.
I do not believe I will ever have total peace, because I do not think such silliness is worth truly worrying about.
I think I could do almost anything else, like spit poison or turn myself into an inside-out person,
or maybe even solve a math dilemma
but staying stable for too long would make my molecules freeze like zero degrees Kelvin,
and I would turn into paradoxical nothingness.
May 21, 2012
May 21, 2012 at 11:25 PM UTC
I'm the offspring of a mighty current,
Conceived in a shark ******
My brothers, I ate them
from inside the womb.
Their cartilage made me forget
That my eyes have room for the sun.
My eyes have room for the sun.
My body holds the seed
of a new race,
and from my mouth
the sea is born.
My cradle was the harvest of a moon
that didn't know how to breastfeed me,
Perhaps it was the kiss of the ant,
or the kiss of the snake.
Perhaps the poison made me forget
That I am verse,
I am a poem in a bag of bones,
I am the misunderstood expression,
I am the opportunities of my skin.
I am the beauty
in the dead of a raging hurricane.
My only mistake
was having my trial in someone else's sheets.
Surrendered my body,
Surrendered my will,
and the desire to be somebody,
in order to have some body.
The trust in myself,
the love I should feel for myself.
I lost everything
In the hands
of the one who wanted to want me.
And today, in front of the mirror
I don't know if my gaze blinds me,
or lies to me.
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 12:10 AM UTC
I am like winter’s bluebirds surviving
January instead of migrating
to Guadalajara with kin
to eat larvae & hover flowered
women with ***** feet who
breastfeed their
babies with gelatinous
eyes and coo
coo
coo, at the occasional
sight of the bluest
in flight.
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 7:56 AM UTC
Even in her late forty it could happen
the joy of her life, the blessing she have been waiting for
She woke up with hope,
the world seem much different
the soft lullabies sweetened her soul:
Dreft is as gentle as a summer breeze,
circle the misty air
even this late her beauty shines,
yesterday tears dry on their own
Keisha breastfeed her baby…
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 9:32 AM UTC
Growing up as a child and a young teen was not the best,
The memories up to this day traumatize me:
I always remember the bad ones and never the rest.
Now don't take this as a sob story I don't take well to pity,
Just give me a few minutes to dwell
On a childhood that was anything but well.
It was the 29th day of March,
A long and eerie night
A miscarriage was near in sight
The doctor told her:
Its very possible that you will lose your baby
After hours of pain and blood loss
Came a bundle of joy with "cat eyes" that brought light to all a young mother's flaws.
It was a miracle.
"Its a baby girl, woah look at those eyes they are almost bioluminescent in the dark"
Parents could never be so proud to bring such a beautiful creature to the world.
"I wish all the best, to this little girl"
Life was great
But I wasn't truly welcomed
Some people my existence upset.
But as a baby and toddler, it was great all I had to do was breastfeed, cry and ****
Then time happened and life became complicated.
My mom cheated (or was continuously cheating) and there was no preset
My dad wished there was a reset
And me... I was treated like an asset;
For money.
For **** sake my young years have been duped.
Jonesy 2019 ©
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 8:41 AM UTC
I close my eyes
I lift my hands unto the Lord
And I start to pray in silence
I pray that we will see an end to this war
I pray that the women will give birth to healthy babies
I pray that the women will be able to breastfeed their babies
I pray that they stop child labour in factories in the third world
I pray that the people with mental illness will be cured
I pray that you will bring soon the spring
I pray that we will feed the people that are starving in the third world
I pray that people get an education in the world
I pray that people will have a roof over their heads
I pray that people will respect each other
I pray that people won't be alone anymore
I pray that people will learn to love each other
I pray that people will pray for one another
I pray that the Lord make a miracle in every bodies life
I pray that the Lord give the blind people their vision back
I pray that the wild life can be saved
I pray that no body will be ashamed of their illness anymore
I pray that no body will take their own life anymore
I pray that we have clean water to drink
I pray that we put an end to violence
I pray that the people who have kids will give them love
I pray that the people who have kids will receive love back from their kids
I pray that the people who have kids will not spank their kids
I pray that the people who have kids will teach their kids what is right and what is wrong
I pray that the people don't **** each other
I pray that people will learn to take better care of their health
I pray that people will learn to accept people for who they are
I pray that people will control their anger
I pray that people will look after one another
I pray that people will learn to make friends
I pray that people will have their own style of clothes
I pray that people will look after their hygiene
I pray that people will eat healthier
I pray that people will learn to trust themselves
I pray that people will not create enemies
I pray that people will love themselves
I pray that people be responsible for their behavior
I pray that people will have patience with one another
I pray that people will be grateful for their things they have
I pray that people will have health
I pray that people will learn to save their money
May 16, 2021
May 16, 2021 at 4:24 PM UTC
I hate that it's come to this:
you're constantly punishing me.
But don't I deserve it?
Isn't it what I wanted?
For a man to keep me, discipline me, take me in every way?
I said to you:
If I do something wrong, anything,
punish me in a way you see fit.
You're only doing what I said to do,
But...
It's getting harder to hid the bruises.
Harder to resist flinching when someone gets too close.
Harder to keep from crying every night you leave me alone.
Harder to keep a straight face
and say, "Fine!" when I'm asked how I'm doing.
It hurts now.
You're choking the life out of me,
yet you breastfeed me that very love right back.
Poisonous, but irresistible to such vulnerability I am.
But don't stop.
I want it as bad as I despise it,
Love you as much as I hate it.
So love me.
Show me you do.
Pacify me.
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 11:07 AM UTC
/ had this hairbrush could halt hearing loss in hallucinations. this theory that eve was adam’s mother and that god was born in eden for refusing to study virgins. she had her facts straight and a dog would tell my son otherwise. a way of coaxing both ****** and suicide to breastfeed death. this bird that would go
like a showerhead
south. a goldfish, a brainless calf…
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 10:45 PM UTC
I close my eyes
I lift my hands unto the Lord
And I start to pray in silence
I pray that we will see an end to this war
I pray that the women will give birth to healthy babies
I pray that the women will be able to breastfeed their babies
I pray that they stop child labor in factories in the third world
I pray that the people with mental illness will be cured
I pray that you will bring soon the spring
I pray that we will feed the people that are starving in the third world
I pray that people get an education in the world
I pray that people will have a roof over their heads
I pray that people will respect each other
I pray that people won’t be alone anymore
I pray that people will learn to love each other
I pray that people will pray for one another
I pray that the Lord make a miracle in every bodies life
I pray that the Lord give the blind people their vision back
I pray that the wild life can be saved
I pray that no body will be ashamed of their illness anymore
I pray that no body will take their own life anymore
I pray that we have clean water to drink
I pray that we put an end to violence
I pray that the people who have kids will give them love
I pray that the people who have kids will receive love back from their kids
I pray that the people who have kids will not spank their kids
I pray that the people who have kids will teach their kids what is right and what is wrong
I pray that the people don’t **** each other
I pray that people will learn to take better care of there health
I pray that people will learn to accept people for who they are
I pray that people will control their anger
I pray that people will look after one another
I pray that people will learn to make friends
I pray that people will have their own style of clothes
I pray that people will look after their hygiene
I pray that people will eat healthier
I pray that people will learn to trust themselves
I pray that people will not create enemies
I pray that people will love themselves
I pray that people be responsible for their behavior
I pray that people will have patience with one another
I pray that people will be grateful for their things they have
I pray that people will have health
May 12, 2021
May 12, 2021 at 12:17 PM UTC
I close my eyes
I lift my hands unto the Lord
And I start to pray in silence
I pray that we will see an end to this war
I pray that the women will give birth to healthy babies
I pray that the women will be able to breastfeed their babies
I pray that they stop child labor in factories in the third world
I pray that the people with mental illness will be cured
I pray that you will bring soon the spring
I pray that we will feed the people that are starving in the third world
I pray that people get an education in the world
I pray that people will have a roof over their heads
I pray that people will respect each other
I pray that people won’t be alone anymore
I pray that people will learn to love each other
I pray that people will pray for one another
I pray that the Lord make a miracle in every bodies life
I pray that the Lord give the blind people their vision back
I pray that the wild life can be saved
I pray that no body will be ashamed of their illness anymore
I pray that no body will take their own life anymore
I pray that we have clean water to drink
I pray that we put an end to violence
I pray that the people who have kids will give them love
I pray that the people who have kids will receive love back from their kids
I pray that the people who have kids will not spank their kids
I pray that the people who have kids will teach their kids what is right and what is wrong
I pray that the people don’t **** each other
I pray that people will learn to take better care of their health
I pray that people will learn to accept people for who they are
I pray that people will control their anger
I pray that people will look after one another
I pray that people will learn to make friends
I pray that people will have their own style of clothes
I pray that people will look after their hygiene
I pray that people will eat healthier
I pray that people will learn to trust themselves
I pray that people will not create enemies
I pray that people will love themselves
I pray that people be responsible for their behavior
I pray that people will have patience with one another
I pray that people will be grateful for their things they have
I pray that people will have health
May 15, 2021
May 15, 2021 at 3:18 PM UTC
I have read
Different philosophers
Watched documentaries
About different human stories
I don't think I'll ever be happy
Whatever that means
I don't much care
For my physical body
I'm poor
And not ambitious
Perhaps depressed
In some way
Maybe one day
I'll just die
Of emptiness
Loneliness
And boredom
Or maybe one of those three
Maybe North Korea
Will drop a nuke
On my country
Maybe there will be
A World War
I don't much care
For this body
A mostly meaningless
Empty existence
That doesn't bother me
Too much anymore
It's the fact that
This is, all there is
A limited amount of choices
Anyhow
One long boring program
I want to breastfeed
And to taste a woman's milk
Warm and nourishing
Breast milk
Nothing changes
Just rearranges
Well at least I have
My podcasts
And my tomato soup
And my job that pays
Twice the minimum wage
Some type of joke
Human life
Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 12:39 PM UTC
Another drowning year, another nameless day.
Formats of cards, wishing stars and fake teddy bears.
Short sayings, with a signed name.
Gifts not wrapped, with envelopes of money.
On this day, early in the morning.
A small baby cried, for a mother who was too high to breastfeed.
Stuck in the hospital until weened off of the drug, the sickening beast that hunts.
No party, just small groups that fan out and soon disappear.
Happy birthday, too me.
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 12:29 PM UTC