🌹💚It is not easy
to get along with me.
Sometimes I stop myself.
And I think it's the little girl in me
that dictates the rules.
When I close the doors in the face
of those who think they are worth more:
for easy moralisms,
useless labels,
sterile roles.
When I don't want to waste
even a minute of my time
with those who disguise themselves
and live in facade buildings,
full of lights on the outside,
empty and dark inside.
When I don't care
if there can be a blood bond
if you don't add the heart to that blood,
because otherwise it becomes a fetid pool,
which makes you sick.
When I prefer the company of myself and silence to vacant chatter and occasional smiles,
to mediocre respectability.
When I can't stand those who judge,
those who complain without taking action to change,
those who throw up on others their own sacred truths made of do-goodness or arrogance,
those who try to steal the life of others,
conditioning every thought,
feeding the sense of inadequacy and guilt.
It is not easy to get along with me.
But it is not the child who lives with me who decides it.
She is the old woman I am guiding me:
the one who has already lived a thousand lives, infinite breaths,
who has deep scars and wrinkles in her soul,
that she no longer has patience
and she doesn't want to waste her time again.
The old woman who lives in me,
barefoot and dressed in pride,
crazy eyes, wise eyes,
tough and proud of all that I am,
she tells me:
"REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE!"
And then choose...
💚💖💗💕💓💘💞💝
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