Since I am a woman, none more than me,
know the silence of the time that changes,
the words of comfort, the pain of abandonment.
So the transience of life and the illusion of appearance, but I sense more than others
eternity
a gesture of beauty.
As a woman,
port on me the weight of the outcast,
and all those who were marginalized in every age.
On my face you can still see
the suffering of women who have preceded me.
in my lap, and the fulfillment of all those who have procreated.
As a woman, I know what the gift.
And I've learned over time to live in his size.
have rarely been heard, more often observed
with greed, suspicion, contempt,
with resolute indifference.
My voice says he never considered entries.
My pen of minds which, by their nature and its diversity,
were not well understood. Since women are
dream, and dreaming
the existence of different experiment designs.
complexity I have in my silent
the seeds of chaos from which we come
and I will never, because I am a woman,
pretend not to have warned.
Note: this poem is the blog of manifesto for women and discrimination against Gender Bewitched "by the same author of the poem.
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