floja-naranja

Because you do not love us as we want to love ourselves. Because of the scarlet letters you embroider on our chests as we sleep on yours. Because you pull the pigtails from puberty and squeeze mothers and prostitutes from the girls we really are. Because Disney fooled us: we awoke, sweet-sixteen, embittered with no kiss, no carriage, no prince. Because the heroines of our youth taught us the plastic passivity of our sex. Because we couldn't be factory-made beauty too. Because we have spent too long courting tears and making life-rafts of our pillows. Because we want the power to reject our presence, our affection - even our