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


There is no weakness in the  tears, that run,

With tiny feet


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


The  tunnels of our hearts


Como se dice libertad en un idioma va a entender?


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