By Mayra Miranda
You remember your first day here…
You’re covered in placenta, your mother licks you.
You began to drink her milk and feel safe by her side.
Suddenly, you feel a force parting you from your mother.
You’re confined in a small cage.
You hear your mother whine. You replied back.
You’re told to be silent.
You miss your mother. She cries, you cry.
You look at your surroundings and see others like you,
alone and missing their mothers.
You miss her love, her strokes, her tenderness, her nourishment.
For some reason, you are taken away from her.
A tag is pierced into your ear—
You moan from the pain.
Why is this happening to you?
Months later, you have reached puberty, and
feel something injected inside you.
Months later, a baby grows inside you.
You give birth to a beautiful baby boy.
You are so happy to see him,
you lick him, love him, nourish him.
After a few days, he is taken away from you.
Oh no! It is happening again!
You’ve had too many babies taken away from you—
You finally collapse.
You see the truck picking you up
You resist but you fail.
The chamber is red,
You know what happens next.
(Say no to #februdairy)
(#NotYourMotherNotYourMilk)
(#DitchDairy)