Mom

Mom

I was born with the joy of being a woman

At that age, Mom never told me everything I should fear

She told me what I should be

She told me what I should believe

But she never prepared me for what I would see

She said “be decent, quiet and kind-hearted”

“Oh Mom, they are killing us and you want me to remain silent?”

She said “don’t say nothing reckless, please be pleasant”

But no mom, I won’t be something tradable

I always wondered why you thought that way

But when you told me the truth about everything

I`m going to be honest, I couldn’t sleep for a period of time

Thinking about how you could be here by my side

But mom, it’s still not fair

Us being sexualized just for having breasts

Us being judged for our tastes

Every time I see a guy behind me, I get scared

This feeling is something unspeakable

Something undesirable

I feel vulnerable

Cause I don’t want to be something malleable

I keep telling you and yet you still won’t reconsider it

Mom, do you want me to repeat it?

You`ve been raped and yet you still won’t scream

Mom, we don’t always have to avoid being seen

Light your inner fire

And make the patriarchy burn with desire

Get out all your inner pain

If they incinerate, we are in winter anyways

That’s what I used to tell mom when was alive

I guess she couldn´t shut down the pain she felt

Without her, I stayed a while drifting

I didn’t know why I was existing

Now I know I live for her

Now I fight to leave a mark

Mom, you are a star

It´s just that now from heaven you spark

Written by Andrea Moncada Guerra

Translated by Natalia Torres Díaz