Chimalma
I take pride in things like this.
The soft vulnerability.
The crying.
The blood and fatness of femininity.
It’s why I am comfortable as I am.
I could never be a soldier.
I’ll never be something expected to be strong.
I am strong, that’s the thing.
If I were a weakling I couldn’t be this open.
If I were weak I wouldn’t have emotions.
I take pride in softness- it makes me malleable to life.
I like this softness and gore.
Gore is a feminine thing, truly it is.
Men merely feign interest; we’re used to it.
I’m proud to be strong enough to be soft and maternal.
Strong enough to protect another being.
What a wonderful thing to be.
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