Masculine soul
in a woman’s body
And aggressive “No”
meaning
Surrendering “Yes”
Strong “I am starting all over again’
hiding
helpless “I am dying”
And all my ropes
still looking for these roots
From generation to generation
Pride was all what these women did
All that
the undervalued women achieved
With the hoarse voice
and the loose trousers
sweetly torturing the body
With its memories
And the small breast
within its unsatisfying refuge
feeding with no mercy
Whoever homeless
is in need
of
Maternal masculine
Protection
