I don't think any woman raises her
sons to be vile to women...

You are a late bloomer, so I don't expect much...
maybe by the time you're 25 you'll come to...

Puts my hair behind my ears
softly. tells me...

I don't know what you've
heard about poets...

First they told me that I was lucky,
I wasn't a woman in the Dominican Republic...

When I was smaller, my mother's palms
always knew how to find my face. There was always...

I used to,
I used to want you so much...

The last time you touched me
it felt like eating strawberries...

All I know is that,
I have been learning...

Eventually, you're going to find yourself a woman...
often and she will always let you win...

Where do bad daughters go?
what is this and why won't it go away..will I ever...

Well ofcourse it is exhausting,
the constant smiling, telling nobody...