Drink it son, drink the milk of your mother
Even if it's sour and oily
Drink it all at once in an agonizing, but quick sip
To make it easier to swallow
Suck it all out, even if it hurts me
Because I'm running out of strength
And I want to give you everything I have before I go
Because I win more by giving it to you than keeping it for myself
And though feeding you is a consuming challenge
I go to bed exhausted while already
Thinking of the next meal I will provide you
Drink it son, because this milk I minister you
Comes from an effort that I couldn't do for myself
Drink it because I need you to be healthy
And know that when I compare you to the others
It's because you must see you're better than them
And if they attack you, it's not because they don't like you
But because you're a threat
And if they reject you, it is not because you're not good enough
But because they can't stand living under your shadow
They will punish you for your beauty
That you were born condemned by
When even your closest brother, who loved you more than any other
Unconsciously planned to kill you to have what's yours
So that I would feed him instead of you
Hoping to become what you are
Thought now he regrets in shame
Giving his best to make up for it
Because the poison you fear
I'd drink it myself if I had to for you
Once I'm too selfish to admit watching you die
When you can get so much further than me
Drink it son, because to save it all for you
I had to deny the compassion of a mere drop
For whom was starving orphan
Drink it all, get up and raise, my baby sun
Because though I acknowledge your pain
I'd have given anything to have had the chances you do
I push you into the river because I know you will swim
As soon as you feel the cold water freezing your ass
Drink it son, and don't be afraid
Because the darkness I show you is to contrast your light
So you can finally see it
Drink my son, get strong and make me proud
So I can feel that all my tears and sweat were worthy
Drink my darling, and make the best out of it
Because this strength I give you
I had to prostitute to gather
Because this is what a caregiver does
As my own mother did for me
And though I should, I can't love her "just" for that
Drink it my baby, and hate me
Because I have to play a harsh role
When the ones you value the most
Come and go whenever they want
I've carried you for 8 months
Pushing you out early before the 9th
Not for simple superstition
But because I knew you could handle it
My breastfeeding is smothering
For the unbearable pressure that my faith exerts on you
Forgive me son, when my sin is loving you too much
If I spoil you by never saying no
Once it breaks my heart having to deny you anything
I did the best with the resources I had
And if I had more, I'd give you everything
If I was too young when you came
And I wasn't ready for such bless yet
If what your mother has to offer is less than you deserve
If it's full of flaws and stinks like rotten
But drink it, because I know
It's going to make you a man
