Once upon a time there was
a girl. Someone told her that a requisite
to be a bloom and not a vase
was to have that kind of enthrallment
that makes men be yours.
But, hey, that idea, that beguilement,
was not true. Let's pause
this misogynist and decadent
world. There are no laws
that coerce you to be delicate.
Not a flower. Not a flagon. Force
yourself to be more than a skeleton.
Whether youthful or with menopause
you can be a proud feminist,
who fights for her rights.
Because
you can leave a testament
that makes you worthy of applause
in the future: women are
relevant;
women are poetry. Fugaz
poetry. And men too.
YOU ARE READING
now that youʼre underground
PoetryA little piece of my chaotic mind. They are free verse short poems that talk about what I'm passionate about: the feminism and the gender-based violence. Feel free to leave constructive criticism; it's the first time I try to write poems in English...
