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Embarrassed.

"I thought it was okay, I could understand the reasons

They said, “There might

 be a man or a nervous child

 seeing this small piece of flesh that they

 weren’t quite expecting.”

So I whispered and tip-toed with nervous discretion

 But after six months of her life sat sitting on lids,

 sipping on milk, nostrils sniffing on piss

 Trying not to bang her head on toilet roll dispensers

 I wonder whether these public loo feeds offend her

‘Cause I’m getting tired of discretion and being polite

 As my baby’s first sips are drowned drenched in shite

 I spent the first feeding months of her beautiful life

Feeling nervous and awkward and wanting everything right

 Surrounded by family ‘til I stepped out the house

 It took me eight weeks to get the confidence to go into town

Now, the comments around me cut like a knife

 As I rush into toilet cubicles

 feeling nothing like nice

 Because I’m giving her milk that’s not in a bottle

 Which in the cocaine generation white powder would topple

I see pyramids, sales pitches, across our green globe

 And female breasts--banned--unless they’re out just for show

 And the more I go out, the more I can’t stand it

 I walk into town, feel I’m surrounded by bandits

‘Cause in this country of billboards, covered in tits

 And family newsagent magazines full of it

 WH Smith top shelf’s out for men

 Why don’t you complain about them then?

 In this country of billboards, covered in tits

 And family newsagent magazines full of it

W.H. Smith top shelves out for men

 I’m getting embarrassed in case

 a small flash of flesh might offend

 And I’m not trying to parade it

 I don’t want to make a show

But when I’m told I’d be better just staying at home

 And when another friend

 I know is thrown off a bus

 And another mother told to get out of a pub

 Even my grandma said that maybe I was sexing it up

 And I’m sure the milk-makers love all this fuss

 All the cussing, and worry, and looks of disgust

 As another mother turns from nipples to powder

 Ashamed or embarrassed by the comments around her

 And as I hold her head up and pull my cartie across

 And she sips on that liquor made from everyone’s God

 I think, For God’s sake, Jesus drank it

 So did Siddhartha, Muhammad, and Moses

 And both of their fathers

 Ganesh, and Shiva and Brigit and Buddha

 And I’m sure they weren’t doing it sniffing on piss

 As their mothers sat embarrassed sitting on cold toilet lids

 In a country of billboards covered in tits

 In a country of low-cut tops cleavage and skin

 In a country of clothed bags and recycling bins

 And as I desperately try to take all of this in

 I hold her head up, I can’t get my head round the anger

 Towards us and not to the sound of lorries

 Off-loading formula milk

 Into countries dripping in filth

 In towns where breasts are oases of life

 Now dried up in two-for-one offers enticed by labels, and gold standard rights

 Claiming that breast milk is healthier, powdered and white

 Packaged marketed and branded and sold at a price

 That nothing is free in this money-fueled life

 Which is fine if you need it or prefer to use bottles

 Where water is clean and bacteria boiled

 But in towns where they drown in pollution and sewage

 Bottled kids die and they know that they do it

 In towns where pennies are savored like sweets

 We’re now paying for one thing that’s always been free

 In towns empty of hospital beds, babies die,

 Diarrhea-fueled, that breastmilk would end

 So no more will I set on these cold toilet lids

 No matter how embarrassed I feel as she sips

 Because in this country of billboards, covered in tits

 I think we should try to get used to this"

Holly Mc Nish.