…shattered cloth
do they realize when they break us, that we’re still mothers-
that we’re still expected to nurture while craving all to be nurtured ourselves-
smiles and laughter, masking tears and toddler like tantrums-
like fck adulting, im shattered-
but noses need wipin’; where’s the cloth-
kids need fed; make the food-
do they realize when they break us, that we’re still mothers-
fck adulting 😞
“here i come son”🫶🏾
kb