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Value

Soft brownish skin

as a child I hated it

meaning my colour

once thought I was worthless,

inferior to other children;

such a dummy girl.

I am so valuable,

loved by my friends

desired by some others

who place their hands

over my tummy

claiming that my tegument

it gently wraps me

that I am such a beauty.

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Reflection

My left hand on my belly

asking my conscience

to chill out and enjoy

the precise instant

when I stop relying on boys

as the one and only source

of satisfaction, of pleasure.

A lucky survivor,

once in the depths of despair,

not to be ruled anymore

I do love myself,

I embrace who I am

and today you're gonna learn

I'm not your doll.

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Anniversary

Three years have been

since I began a new lifestyle -

walking around the world

totally make up free.

Of course it soon expired,

yet none of that matters.

It is like dropping a mask,

a time consuming costume at last.

I know people do not really mind.

Trust me on this one,

people their own film star

you are just a cameo in their lives.

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Resignation

Dizziness, low pressure

nothing clear at all

small remembrances

of what could have been

all this unless proved wrong.

Slowly dying

muting is my body

hard scalp left behind

as if for a moment now

a new person could I become.

Impurity resigning

so little to be done,

unwilling to be polished.

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Venus

Frozen sculptures melt down,

after having waited for a while

until she notices her being

lavishly staring at that structure,

closely contemplating her moves,

in dreams am I undressing you.

No one knows this, none;

only two to be honest,

a treasured secret shall I keep,

indeed it will unless you give me a kiss.

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Self portrait

I lock the door for a minute

I stare at myself in the mirror

I don't recognise that person

standing in front of me

for this particular reason.

I recognise lots of changes

as if I hadn't seen myself for ages,

yet it's not something negative.

I'm very fond of my body shape

for of my inside it's a silent witness.

This gaze in the morning

was a kind of rediscovery

to spot strengthened branches

to acknowledge this vehicle

that I will always carry.

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Self lovely-like

Imperfection is perfectly achieved

only and insofar as I prove myself

absolutely capable of dissolving

the very same old roots;

completely capable of evolving

into the one I always wished to be;

fully capable of resolving

all those matters relying

both before and beneath me.

I believe that actually is,

in my humble opinion, 

how self love ought to be.

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Sisterhod

Many's been the times

I remember having told you

to simply shut up,

to close that damned door

and never coming back.

I was such a violent, egocentric,

nasty human being

I'm not surprised to see

you've got someone else

other than the old same me.

I'm so sick and tired

of hearing rumours around her

of the silly comments

about the newly formed couple

you're now part of.

Nonetheless, I'm not getting in that game

in spite of everything it is said,

as there's nothing greater

than sisterhood, than fellowship

between two women.

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Because many women still die,

but to the end they fight for their right

sometimes to just remain alive.

Because some women try hard

to fulfulfill their everyday tasks

without even being recognised.

That's why I felt so driven

by the strength of all women,

by their sorority,

by their dignity.

This poem is for you and I.

This gift of mine is today for us,

for us to embrace our souls

on a new March the eighth.