P i n k

Sometimes the pinky and softy girlie dress I wear HURTS and DESTROYS me in the inside.
I act like a quiet little girl who HATES and BELIEVES and has always step up for her rights. I also THINK and VERBALIZE my ideas, like a small squashy easy babe… A babe that BATTLES and PUNCHES to every obstacle that may appear.
Besides I touch like a girl who's fed up with being treated in the wrong way by the wrong hands. Tired of being “put to sleep” by the one (is there anyone?) who runs my spongy and bubbly world.
So by the time I finish writing these I may be walking down Av Belgrano Street, getting back home. And you…You just keep your guard up,
because you never know when you could meet me. By “meet me” I mean
have to defend yourself from the squeezable and naive girl I AM.