Once upon a time there was a girl like you | Self-portrait + poetry
Silly, as a child she liked to draw a lot of attention constantly, for nonexistent purposes. Sometimes, even at the inopportune moments of joy, you managed to feel that you did not have life, as inert, as coffee without milk. As a child, they used to scare you off as imprudent, sometimes as bad people, and among hypocritical laughter people did not try to love you either.
There were a few, among endless crowds, between groups that called appointments and excluded you, perhaps because you were not very pretty. Do not be cute like Veronica, the one with long hair and an atomic personality, the one that everyone wanted in an ironic way. Your parents constantly compared you with your cousins, sometimes with your friends and sometimes with the cousin of the friend who was the aunt's niece.
Why could not you be like Maria? She left the country with a career in gastronomy, but you want to go with dreams like those of a girl. You must grow up, Valentina, with those bow-tie thoughts you will not even reach the corner. We do not believe you're ready either, your cousin José left because he was not like you, he was not a girl.
Interrupted, with adolescence interrupted and the heart made a putty. Men walk in rows, with the unconscious prizes of being free for not having a vagina. Your grandmother used to tell you "Girl, be careful if you go out with your friends, because anyone can grab you and put you in a good pineapple".
Dress yourself decent, you look like a destitute. You can not wear clothes that make you look like someone who is not intelligent. Change that, why do you have a tattoo on your chest? Do you want people to think you want to show their breasts? Take cover, change, you seem inoperative, men will look at you and they will want to touch you.
Do not spend so much time with the phone, why do I talk to you and you're not seeing me? If your friends from other sites are more important than what you are living? Life, that seems like someone else's life, and sometimes you want to escape from your mom.
And do not bring a boyfriend to the house, we see you constantly with too many girls, do you want to think we're lesbian? If that's the case then pack your things, which I do not want crazy in this house.
But épa, I do not want you to think that I try to change, I tell you for your own good and not for you to change how you started, I want you to follow your dreams and go to everything you planned, but if you do it in my mind it will remain always the idea that you failed.
