Photo by BAILEY MAHON on Unsplash
Suckle softly on the breast that feeds the rebel,
In time everything will change,
Like whiplash as you try to,
Ease the ache built into your spinal cord since,
Numbed in the womb by the broken lullaby sung only to,
Children who will grow up to never listen,
Else they see the benefit for others around.
About the Creator
Oneg In The Arctic
A queer storyteller and poet of arctic adventures, good food, identity, mental health, and more.
Co-founder of Queer Vocal Voices
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