you intrude into my identity
through the tiny wound of my gender
and sow the seed of your ego
in the womb of my melancholy
let me tell you, husband
there's this world you have never seen
a world not stained by your primitive lunacy
a world where i am a beast
dashing wildly over dead yesterdays
free and unleashed-
a mestengo*.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem