I Make Milk.
It grows you from newborn, fuzzy and creased,
Transforms wrinkles to rolls, each sweet milky feast,
Makes you rounder and stronger, smarter too,
More amazing, more perfect, more uniquely you.
And it gives me a confidence, a quiet trust,
In my body, my ability, that I am enough,
So if anyone questions why I do what I do,
I tell them straight, on the bus, at the zoo,
No matter the place, the reason or hour,
“I make milk – what’s your superpower?”