Friday, 25 September 2015


Have you seen my hands? Have you looked at them lately? Have you seen how you left them, what you took from them, leaving them completely empty?

And I am like you, sister, I am equal to you: made from the same earth, from the same water, from the same blood and bones and flesh... and still... you don't see me.

I bend my body to grab what fell and between my legs, behind me, there's a mirror where I see a prolific heart. Where is that heart?

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