I, woman, freedom
It all started with your sperm, and you grew up.
Then it turned out that you were a girl.
Life turned black for your mother. It sounded bad. It became colorless. It turned bad.
She thought that he would find all his wasted dreams when she came to you. It pours in you. Mixes with you.
All the dreams she had lost before as a child and later.
All her childish games
Her childish runs
Her childish dances
Her childish screams.
Now, you were a little girl inside that your father did not love you, maybe.
And the mother was a little upset that surely now, like her, you will lose all your childhood and you will not have the joys of childhood.
Now you have to be ashamed of being a girl. You should be ashamed. You have to be careful of all your movements. Do not play with boys. Do not talk. You did not laugh long. Do not protest. Be calm. Be obedient.
…
You were born.
You were born to protest.
You wanted to have a child.
You wanted to speak loudly.
You wanted to laugh out loud.
You wanted to protest.
You grew up in search of salvation.
you have grown up
you have grown up
You know you have to try
Efforts must be made to achieve liberation.
Should not get tired of traveling
It must be informed and informed.
Sometimes you get bored on this trip. Sometimes you get injured. Sometimes angry hands came to the suite. Sometimes the doors were closed to view.
You saw doors locked on homosexuals.
You saw them hit in the darkness of their loneliness.
Did you see the loneliness of women who are condemned to loneliness?
You saw the faces that had to be hidden. From what? I do not know.
You saw the force, the pressure, the violence, the blood, the loneliness, the fear, the regret, the gradual death, the screaming, the drowning.
Yes, you saw the woman alone.
And you could not stand it.
So you shouted
You moved
You traveled
You flowed in my paintings
You will never see the discolored again
And
Never hear inconsistencies.
So I will be with you
I do not tolerate injustices, and I shout at them.
Even in my colors and patterns
So that no door is closed
And
No woman should be alone.
And
No fetus should be upset that it is a girl.
And
No mother should worry that you are her fetus.
So that your hands do not worry anymore.
Let them worry about you.
Be your friend.
Be your caress.
That like birds, butterflies, dragonflies
Be free
Leave it
Be a friend
Be a helper
Be with me
Be kind
be happy
Be human
Be a woman
