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The light / La luz
In my first birth With Violence something was taken A light I lost my essence It happens a lot I was just one more Consequences of patriarchy And society I raised my son anxiously Breathe … Connect … The boobs were my aid They nurtured us both My son and I didn’t seem to forget The hours of separation that happened between us There’s always that scar The one you see And the one you don’t I celebrated his birthday Too hard for us both With candles and no water My son is a beautiful champion Another year passed The time needed to give it a try Then he asked…
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To my midwives
To visit Centro MAM is a total experience. And it’s all due to the quality of the women who work for this entity. I have to clarify that this is not my birth story. This is my small thanks to whom I will forever be grateful: to my midwives. You ring the doorbell and someone opens without knowing who did it. And you enter through a garden that looks like, to my understanding, like that of a grandmother that used to have enchanted gardens. You continue taking steps until you get to the door, which is almost always open by a special being. And you find yourself in the most…
