storm

I used to say

that I didn't want to be a beautiful girl

but I did

I wanted to

as much as every girl

like me is taught

that she's to be beautiful

that she's not to fuck

that she's to behave

that she's to talk

but not too loud

anyway

I'm not that girl

I'm not a girl

either

I'm the person that screams

and cries when the rain comes

the person that licks blood

the person that pursues life

to the core

of existence

I'm the person that doesn't know how to write in English

I'm a storm

rising

slowly 

over the dreams I once had

over the life I thought I didn't want to have

over the times I screwed myself

all the experiences

all the words

all the kilometres I've run or slept in a bus

all of this

all of you

all of me

do

matter