#BlackBreastfeedingWeek – Hess Love

I wish I dried up
I wish every drop of my milk slipped passed those pink lips and nourished the ground
Where the bones lay
Of my babies
Starved while I feed their murderer
I wish I dried up
So the missus babies would dry up too
And be brittle
So I could crumble them to dust
Return them to the ground
Where all children of my bosom lay equal

Hess Love is a independent Feminist scholar and writer based out of Baltimore. If you love this work, show your support.