A very tale

Victims, when you pass them by, especially negatives, ugly times are fixed as a tattoo

I remember everything, being inferiorized every night, I remember extreme poverty victims us in the sleep of three, I remember being abused as my mother "slept," I remember the insults, the malicious, the assaults

I was assaulted at every stage of my life, in my teenage, when I was called hot for me, when I was called hot in school, when I was called hot in boys twice my age, I was the victim of this hot tub, I was the victim of this hot tub for months, so I was hurt for days so...

Nobody ever believed me!

We live in a world characterized by fear, by fear of losing, by fear of winning

For fear of being or not being

It's all fear, fear of war, fear of life and fear of ourselves

The world is so weak to the point that you're afraid of yourself, you do extraordinary things

We blame ourselves for things easily solved by ourselves, after all, what's not optional if everything is optional?

Fear of social patterns mistreat your head

The goodness of the world should be the size of a father's love, why for talk about a father's father, the one who can give one of his two arms so his son has three.

“ Every woman has her complaints, I'm a man. I must be rude. I have to be limited to feelings. I don't care what they think I'm man and point”. ( think a voice of a total idiot speak )

• That’s my turn

My ego is a black slave to that white love of yours in colonial regime

You promise me things you don't do, how long will I be stuck in that?

Let me go, let me go, let me go...

Allow me to see what my presence is in the world.

I wonder if I'm beaten over and over by the insecurity of being black or by the secret past of my race, are you telling me that I have a big nose, full hair and that I'm race, like that? I'm not looking to victim myself or be dramatic, even because I'm as much the daughter of this land as I am from Africa. But here I am always the one who is less paid, whether I understand or not, whether I have experience, they undergo humiliations that no one knows more, and I suffer for these crimes so often I'm almost used to...

All I ask is that you use the right terms and stop labelling my traits pejoratively. My hair is creepy, my skin is dark, and my nose is enormously beautiful.

• - We are guilty of the fear we put on our children, we are guilty of fear we put on our backs.

From a time here I started to think that everything is in my head, that some people must be worse, some people must not have a husband I thought... that was the disease taking care of me, the worst prison is mental, that puts us in a world parallel to reality, I saw our children as the fruit of our love, but what love? I've come to think that assault, insults and rapes were synonymous with love

She was imprisoned at home without being able to talk to anyone, and I had one son after another, three dead prematurely, because the father loved his mother and showed it every night.

• - one live, two destinations

I shot a man and life shoot me

i've carried that burden forever, this, and the relief of riding my daughter through everything I've been through.

• - becoming a normal person

It seems I'll always be me against the world

I went from married and well spoken to abused and raped

I went from a virgin Mary to a murderer, want it or not

I just feel sorry for my Marisa shocked in the wind and rain

shocked to earth and sun

World please don't hurt her as much as you did to me.

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