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The woman who lives in my skin, a poem by Paz Hernández Páramo

The woman who lives in my skin

The woman who lives in my skin is not known

strong

brave

know the girl who lives

nested within each newscast wars

and mourns the deaths of those who never saw

The white skin over my chest

defeats do not know

victim does not feel

battles do not know no war without casualties

The woman living in my skin

known survivor,

despite the blows

bleeding almost golden in the snowy heart

PAZ HERNANDEZ PÁRAMO

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