AMERICAN WOMANIf it is right
And wasn't wrong,
Our breasts would have been,
Five miles long.
So working Moms,
Who leave their young,
Could nurse at work,
No baby clung
To Mommy's arms
That now makes bread,
Oh, not that wheat,
The green instead,
Where, printed, "...God we trust",
With zest -
In everything…
But Mommy’s breast!

