My dark friend
I never craved to enslave myself.
I believed, I was so lazy to endure as a woman and to behave like one.
Naturally, I failed in my inhuman performance.
My behavior permits you to restrain me.
How could you judge my feelings?
I have walked within your shadow for many years, I have no demands, I try to please you, to perceive your satisfaction.
I call it love.
Is it love?
I voyage with blind people trying to catch the glow of their smile.
I never figure out their joy.
I was carried from my mother's education, and I address this gift to my children.
Yes, call it ignorance, call it stupidity but don't accuse me of understanding, I have breathed for years, what a life!