For all women!
For all working women
tense as circuits
on the altar of labor in vain,
for all abused women
whose childhood was stolen,
for all betrayed women
who experienced hostility,
lying and carelessness,
which no one has settled
time lost in illusions,
for all women
who loved to the point of sacrifice
and were devalued,
for wrinkles, stretch marks
and your scars,
for those who have passed
through the severe pain of childbirth,
for all women
who have not known joy,
for whose women
they were denied the right to education,
for all women who do not enter
in the 90/60/90 beauty standards,
overweight or underweight,
for too short or too high,
for those who have been labeled
losing confidence,
orientation and identity,
for all women who jerk
in the crust of these wounds,
for you WOMAN:
you are beautiful with your imperfections,
the asymmetry is beautiful!
Beauty is not reduced to geometry. Beauty is a metaphysical tension
and a tear of contrasts.
WOMAN, you are wise
because you knew the pain.
You are a vibrational being, not just flesh and blood.
You are strong, creative, intuitive, and inspired.
You are forgiveness, love, affection, happiness, and respect.
WOMAN, YOU DESERVE RECIPROCITY!
@Corina Junghiatu
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She
Was born of an astral impulse,
from the thrill of touching
between two bright contours.
She is not a shadow, but an ascetic stone
in which burns various existential states.
She with tricks and love,
hate and tenderness,
pride and childishness,
bizarre and talkative.
She, a sis symbol happiness in two
will fulfill him to the last desire,
sacrificing herself.
She is the certainty
which enlightens his thoughts,
embodying his dreams,
mystifying the meaning of the man.
He looks at her with beastly gazes,
without controlling his anthill
of instinctual whims.
He wants her tamed, an easy prey,
to collect all the fruit from her palm.
He wants her captive,
without brilliance and significance.
He never examines
the story of femininity to the last line,
and the woman will remain,
from generation to generation,
no more than a paradox.
© ️ Corina Junghiatu
