memoirs of a gang of women who survived the calloused hands of their machismo counterparts

How do you say freedom in a language you can understand?


Freedom from a bondage foreign to my warrior heart


We are a goddess forged by hips that would break you


You with your twisted smile and your slick style


boooooy.


There is no weakness in the  tears, that run,


With tiny feet


Down


The mountains of our cheeks


We are born to conquer cowards with a pucker of our lips


Your fingernails are dirty


There is no love in the words you speak, they bite they’re way,


with tiny teeth


Down


The  tunnels of our hearts


boooooy.


Como se dice libertad en un idioma va a entender?

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