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2 Mar 2022

Gwenno
Gwilym

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Mar 18th

The baby will
not let you

Feb 16th

After Gil Scott-Heron's

The Revolution Will Not Be Televised

               The baby will not let you, mother

               Will not let you recover, rest or heal


               This is real


               The baby will not latch on, mother

               Even though you’re really trying

               and crying

               Everyone is crying

               Your baby will consume you, mother


               There will be no late-night dancing

               early morning lie-ins

               There will be no duvet days, off days

               annual leave or sick pay

               The baby will not let you, mother


               The baby will not give you instant fulfilment

               The baby will not give you a higher purpose

               The baby will not give you a happy family

               The baby will not give any of those things


               There will be no pictures of you

               chasing contentment

               No pictures of you and him

               burning with resentment

               There will be no pictures of the late night Googling

               panic attacks, obsessive temperature-checking

               antibiotics for mastitis

               There will be no pictures, mother


               The baby will make you question yourself

               your sanity, humanity, your own mother

               The baby will not care about your identity,

               your entity, your spontaneity, your history


               The baby will not care about your relevance

               your irrelevance, your elegance, arrogance

               your recklessness, fecklessness, fucked-up-ness


               The baby will not thank you, praise you or judge you

               The baby will only care about your touch

               The baby will be too much, mother


               The baby will not let you

               will not let you

               will not let you

               SLEEP

               The baby will be awake

Behind the poem...

This poem was written after a particularly draining night feeding my baby and listening to spoken word on Spotify through headphones – not moving, almost not breathing, lest the baby woke up. For this reason, it's meant to be read in an increasingly frustrated voice; its template taken from Gil Scott-Heron's lyric, The Revolution Will Not Be Televised. I hope it resonates with all those who’ve lost hours of their lives trying to get a baby to sleep.