My tits used to be ornamental, fruit of my tree
Now they serve a purpose greater than me
I breastfeed my baby night and day
Engorged and heavy, my tits now sway
Leaky Lefty has an easy flow
Old Faithful, the right breast, is steady and slow
Faithful humbly carried the load when Lefty was out of commission due to a painful combination of mastitis and a blocked milk duct
My breasts lost their perkiness and youthful appeal long ago
Before the rise of services such as Only Fans, for which they could have raked in riches, I’m told
I’ve worked a lot harder for a lot lower wages
Putting aside all rampages, I bow my head in gratitude for my body, my baby, and my reproductive freedom
Sage Burner Poetry 