today I'm packing my bags for a new life
they are almost empty
I don’t need titles nor adjectives nor adverbs
at most an apple
a serpent follows me
belly to the earth
the pulse of my steps
abandons my feminine heritage
the marrow of the road
blooms before me
perhaps I have already died
from a past that was not even mine
who was she who died
of whom were her desires of gender
of whom were her fears
well today asking no one’s permission
I prepare for a new life
-- Lorena Wolfman © 2012
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