Parenting in a time of protest doesn’t mean you’re sitting on the sidelines.
The revolution wakes you before the sun comes up.
It asks you a million questions a day.
The revolution wants kisses for where it hurts and extra cuddles at bedtime.
You breastfeed the revolution,
tell it stories and sing it songs.
The revolution calls you mama.
The frontlines are where ever our bodies are,
and some of our bodies are at home,
raising the revolution.