If humanity's dream is to set itself free Poem by Véronique Pittolo

If humanity's dream is to set itself free, then the girl is part of it.

She's part of those great thrusts forward, this slow crossing.

For the pretty ones with cinched-in waists, it's easier: completely independent, they are favoured. Yet the ground's unstable for the young and passionate, the walls won't stay upright.

The explanation of a girl is all the missing steps.

The others will go back among the charmless masses, join the little sisters at their mirrors.
It is staggering. In front of her reflected self the little ugly one makes faces. If she wants to be the youngest and fairest of them all, she has to possess her reflection.