Literary Mama writing about the many faces of motherhood
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"I’m an Amazon now, one breast / always pulled from its holster. My god, / my many goddesses live close by, a few / miles away." — Neurosis, Arielle Greenberg

The Amazons raised their daughters warlike:
muscles sculpted marble, a singular breast

burnt at puberty for bow handling.
Of course, all women are raised for war.

I kept my baby close on my breast
(left, right, left) every two hours.

Her small gums tore my nipples.
She drank both milk and blood,

the war in her already.

Michelle S. Ramadan—mother to a crayon-loving toddler—lives and teaches near Boston, Massachusetts.

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