
By Jessica Lilly
Arranco and tear of my body
social clothes.
cultural bras
castrating religious Shorts and negligent
Saco buttoning her blouse and drown my drive
spit ring
mate and I start tearing
stockings that make you sweat my crotch
Quito with the cloister force
Dark and wet my feet
And with legs open rebellion Miss
And I release my sex, willing and fragrant
Intense, long, wet and deep
Arranco and tear
Elastic suspenders, belts, sashes and ribbons
That hurt me, mark me, squeeze me
To reshape my body
To
other causes, mobilized my body to feel
A skin crawl and erect nipples
Without guilt, without fear
wash my face my eyes
Clean
... And I looked, at a glance
Unfinished and incomplete, of myself
I look
I rebuilt
I
inventionI draw
I har
And finally ... I recognize
In these others, many others like me
These loose street,
Rebels
provocative and holy Putas
anarchists, socialists, Communists
, feminists
In these others, many others like me
Women mujerotas, sluts,
Little Women, sidesaddle
For them and me
... I openly declare
inhabitant of my own body.
Amaranta My daughter Paloma.
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