SEVEN

Milk of the mistress

Sometimes, do you ever feel like you wanna strangle the fear of deciding?

Well that's how Rosita Sanchez feels right about.

Engraved in her memories the harm that was done.

All to her mother the witches they banish and burn.

All of her tias were killed and abused. By sword swinging men who would always accuse.

The worst of all of them. To speak out and fight where women should belong.

All the way at the top of the line.

But you know what?

Now that she finds herself before these men. Accused of a witch.

Let these damners, fuckers.. drown!

Tenderness was given to her as a gift from her husband's love. She wears it as a dress, full of pride and pure love.

In hopes that this wears to others. And nurthers these men, from the empowered hand.

They destroy their resources. Steal all the land that is theirs.

And even belittle the power of the feminine hand.

One glass of milk from the rivers, of every moon.

"Cradle me tight like we're back in our mother's wombs."

Bury the souls of the poor in richness.

Just to strangle this fear of deciding. Who even deserves to drown.

She's felt worse before.
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What's wrong with a little

Tonight I die.

Havoc. It's fun when shit hits the fan.

But I will die full of pride.

So keep tailing. Keep on movin'

To be night.

But she'll go away.

Because these men can't hold her back.

Just tell her husband Chalino that she loves him.