Mommy

Why do you feel guilt, ma?

To go outside and be yourself, ma

Your kids do not define your whole self

Shed the guilt and be yourself

Coming out to define you now

Stand up proud 

Fuck the wrinkles and the rolls

Your evolution shows

The depth of your soul

Don’t hide away because you metamorphed 

It’s time to fly shed your cocoon, momma

It’s old and crusty and you are supple 

Youth can be redefined as playful exploration and outword self expression 

You don’t need to be 17

And you’re wiser now

Your kids at home will be just fine

The foundation you set to build them right

Momma, take this night and fuck the shame

That being yourself is wrong somehow

Somehow we learned a lie

That motherhood means independence dies

And all our special traits we must weave

Into the threads of family flag to fly strong

Not true

Save some for you

Weave your own flag, too

Momma, you are so beautiful

You have so much to share

Momma you deserve this moment

Don’t let a single momma group on Facebook Shame you

They are jealous

Your identity is visible

Theirs is dissolved

Inspire them to find it 

Inspire them to have courage

Why does it have to be a fucking act of bravery for a woman, a mother, to express her sexuality?

Why must I feel shame to share poetry about my luscious, dripping sweets?

Why does me bending over and wagging my tail mean

I’m somehow disqualified from mommy of the year?

Why do I need to hide sex positivity? Why can’t my colleagues know more true sides of me?

Why am vilified for fucking and loving and seeing and playing?

Is it in my own fear construct or is it something we are all creating?

Can we tear that the fuck down?

That a mom is a mom and not a self with a path?

Please stand up now

All the moms in the house

And embody the act of fucking throwing that shit out

Remove the barriers in body and mind

To your freedom to be you and let your soul shine

Let’s do this as a movement

In all our own ways

Remove stigma from realness for all momma kind