You’re an interesting species. An interesting mix. You’re capable of such beautiful dreams and such horrible nightmares. You feel so lost, so cut off, so alone, only you’re not. See, in all our searching, the only thing we’ve found that makes the emptiness bearable is each other.
Estar como agua para chocolate es decir a punto de explotar de rabia o de pasión amorosa.
To the boy who called her fat:
You are dumb enough to regurgitate
the lies your society has taught you.
When you have a daughter,
will you too teach her
she is worth the amount
that her breasts to her waist to her hips
Perhaps it is a waste us women
are even educated,
it takes away from our time
at the gym or in the toilet.
To the adult that called her stupid:
She is a product of your hell.
Her brain is sliced open
and ripped to shreds
when she is taught to memorize and speak
rather than learn.
How can she absorb
when men like you insist
she is nothing bigger than her body,
rather than her brain?
To the man who called her a slut:
Have you so quickly forgotten
that you were an active participant?
Whispering in her ear
she is a whore if she does
and a prude if she doesn’t.
Who knows which is worse?
Remember, if she is so soiled
after you have finished,
perhaps you should look at your own hands
rather than her skin.
Man, I love that one Disney movie
That opens up with chanting in a different language
With the royal family
And the adorable children
And the tragic death(s)
And then our hero runs away
And sings a really catchy song about being free
Without realizing that the kingdom is in ruins
And is being ruled by a villain who wants to be king
A villain who is really good at causing guilt trips
And so our hero goes back
And they all live happily ever after
It’s such a great movie