Breast Milk Poem by Thabo Seseane

From before the first heartbeat,
For nine months of waiting.
At birth and later,

Life is about motherhood and nurturing.

In the first year
Or three,
Or even all, veneration
And thanks pour out for loving motherhood,

Through childhood
Bumps and
Painful grazes,
All mothers nurture.

Nightmares, fears and distresses
Are brushed away with the gentle caresses
Of mothers' caring touches.

Incubating our self-image,
By the taste and warmth of mothers' milk,
Our sense of being,
Our esteem for others seen
Is our ability to grant these or not
Through how we can see differing hues of skin:
For mothers are the nurturing, the legacy,
And eternal breast-feeders of
racism.

©Thabo Seseane 2016.