Category: /General/Marked Letters
I'm here, princess, where do you aim,
Seduces for a while,
Bring gifts, bring flowers.
But, do not allow me to be or have friends.
You don't want me to be seen with my parents,
He just wants it to be yours,
In bed, in life, and in everything.
I can't help but catch up,
Saying no and you rape me.
I am composed of your DNA,
But, I am not your servant.
I am your companion,
I'm your friend,
And, I can't let you stop me from growing up,
To live, to have friends.
God, gave us free will.
If we are a couple,
We have to have at stake,
Letters open, not marked,
With fury, jealousy, and others.
We are at a single point,
Where technology has grown,
But, inside a room,
Between you and me,
He's more than a caveman,
We are in the age of movement,
And, the thinking of men now,
They can't be more of troglodytes that prevent us from being a Woman !!!.
I offer in memoriam to victims of abuse, femicides, rapists "parents", "grandparents", or boyfriends who think they own their girlfriends or ex-girlfriends.
In fact, the Laws that must be changed.
May Woman be feminine, girl, but not be aged by people who, although they live in the technological era, still live in the cave era.
Handwritten poetry on 9/15/2020.
Tereza Cristina Gonçalves Mendes Castro
Favorite Favorite Comment Comment Share Share
Report an item by sharing it with support.
© individual authors and creators. Create, Share and Profit at etastic.com.