She is capable of facing the world although inside she is dying.
She applies makeup bravely
not needing lipstick to smile at tempests and winds.
You have formed worlds
within your womb;
The scars on your body give you a beautiful and different hue.
Your hands caress applaud, build up.
Your breasts give life
woman who sings who lives and vibrates.
Mirror of my mornings aroma
imprinted in my bed
your name drives away my demons
banishes my insomnia.
You make me resurface
day after day.