Genderism. Would you
like the death of it? The body always
rules the heart. My summary increases.
This was a turbulent
writing, opening the skin of living
pain. I am not your shadow on water.
Life is very treacherous.
When you hate me, I love you, and
invite you to fight without tears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem