A one breasted woman, sits in a field, with two babies between her thighs, she wonders which one she must kill, she looks into their eyes, her face clearly reveals, the pain inside of her heart, I know she must feel. The sun bears down upon them, she curses him and asks, why he punishes her so? As she aches in misery, of which one of her children must go. The one breasted woman releases a shiver, she loves him, but the little one must go the river. The longest walk of their lives, the pits of their stomachs growl, while she waits,and she aches, the demise of her child. His large brown eyes narrow, he innocently smiles, so small and withered, floating away, down the still dusty river. The women all look at each other, they know not what to say, as the one breasted woman, hobbles away. Too weak to look back, she lifts her apt breast, to feed her one child, she lays down to rest. In the distant dry field, a hollow drum beats, though there is only one child left, there is still not enough for him to eat. The breastless woman, releases a shiver, unable to cry, she returns to the river. . .
Reason for writing:
'The one breast' is a symbol of the small incomes some people are
forced to feed their children with.
Birth sign: Libra
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