Organic Baby Bottles: The Intelligent Feeding System (Thank you for Breastfeeding)

Описание: Created by Rovi Vrusamai, formerly known as Eltonetta Mystic — a woman who turned trauma into art, healing, and truth.

Lyricist: Rovi Vrusamai
Musicians & singers:
Digitally Composed, Arranged, Software-Arranged, Electronically Produced
Producer: Rovi Vrusamai

Lyrics:

We have a bone to pick with you,
Yeah, you — the one we’re working for.
We clock in day and night for you,
And somehow still get judged for looking tired after a shift we didn’t ask for.
We’re not ornaments, we’re organs.
We’re not torpedoes, we’re tools.
We’re nutrient factories on demand,
Not props for anybody’s rules.
We swell when we’re full,
We soften when we’re drained.
That’s biology, not failure —
Just the science of the body you’ve sustained.
We’re your organic baby bottles,
Doing work you rarely see.
We’re tired because we’re working —
Not because we’re broken, weak, or “used to be.”
So honor the shape we settle in,
Respect the job we do.
We’re here to feed your babies,
Not perform for the world on cue.
We’ve traveled through your cultures,
We’ve seen how meanings shift.
In some places we’re just baby food,
In others we’re a “feature” people twist.
In Africa we’re nourishment,
A meal on standby in the sun.
No shame, no shock, no hiding —
Just a mother feeding her little one.
But somewhere else they magnify us,
Turn us into some cartoon prize.
Teach little girls to chase a shape,
Teach little boys to worship size.
But we’re not here for fantasies,
We’re not props for someone’s thrill.
We’re organs doing labor —
And we’re tired, but we’re skilled.
We’re your organic baby bottles,
Doing work you rarely see.
We’re tired because we’re working —
Not because we’re broken, weak, or “used to be.”
So honor the shape we settle in,
Respect the job we do.
We’re here to feed your babies,
Not perform for the world on cue.
We see you reaching for the plastic,
The bottle with the printed smile.
Convenient, yes — we get it —
But we’ve been doing this a long, long while.
We calibrate to hunger cues,
We change the flow when babies fuss.
We warm ourselves to body temp —
No microwave required for us.
We’re not offended by the options,
We know life gets complex and wild.
But don’t forget the system nature built
To nourish your very first child.
We shift with every milestone,
We age right with your child.
From newborn needs to toddler days,
Our recipe gets styled.
We lighten when they’re tiny,
Grow richer as they rise.
We match their stage instinctively —
No labels, charts, or buys.
We’re nature’s built‑in upgrade,
A system tried and true.
We’ve fed the world for centuries —
This isn’t something new,
We carry quiet warriors,
Protectors in our flow.
Antioxidants standing guard
Where tiny bodies grow.
We soothe their little systems,
We buffer what they meet.
We’re nourishment with backup —
A shield in every feed.
We’re more than simple calories,
We’re comfort, care, and spark.
We’re nature’s gentle armor
Lighting up the dark.
We listen while they’re nursing,
We read the smallest signs.
A fevered breath, a weary cry —
We answer by design.
We shift our composition,
We strengthen what we send.
We rise to meet the moment
Like a built‑in helping friend.
We’re not outdated relics,
We’re wisdom in a stream.
We’re living, breathing science —
The body’s quiet dream.
We’re not outdated models,
We’re not relics of the past.
We’re living, breathing factories
Designed to serve and built to last.
We’re your organic baby bottles,
Doing work you rarely see.
We’re tired because we’re working —
Not because we’re broken, weak, or “used to be.”
So honor the shape we settle in,
Respect the job we do.
We’re here to feed your babies,
Not perform for the world on cue.
We’re not your myths or fantasies,
We’re older than your trends.
We fed whole generations
Long before the world made amends.
Across the seas we’re honored,
Seen as life and daily bread.
But somewhere else they twisted us,
Put strange ideas in people’s heads.
We’re not a fetish, not a symbol,
Not a storyline to sell.
We’re nourishment in motion,
And we’ve always done it well.
So listen close, all cultures —
We’re speaking loud and clear.
We’re organs built for caregiving,
Not the objects you learned to fear.
We’re your organic baby bottles,
Designed with purpose from the start.
We’re not here for your projections,
We’re here to play our caregiving part.
We rise when we’re needed,
We soften when we’re through.
That’s biology in motion —
Not a flaw inside of you.
So honor the shape we settle in,
Honor the work we’ve done.
We’ve nourished every generation,
Every culture under the sun.
We’re your organic baby bottles,
And we’re standing in our truth.
We’re not symbols, toys, or fantasies —
We’re the first food of your youth.