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Don´t protect me if I didn´t ask

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“We teach girls to shrink themselves, to make themselves smaller.”

[Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie]

I´m a tiny woman. I am. I am rather small. Now, let me tell you a story: I have known my last boyfriend (now my ex) for years. The first thing before we got together again was: You just have to remember I will always be your friend first (he wasn´t).

But the thing the bothers me the most is that he kept repeting I was so tiny that he felt he should protect me. He is average hight to tall and large on the sides. Much bigger than me. First, this saying sounded like a compliment. But then I thought: Why does he have to protect me if I didn´t even asked him to? And he is going to protect me from what? It all seemed and felt strange. So, he started to see problems in my life that I did not think it were problems. Because those were solutions. For some reason, I have never have the confidence in him to explain why those were solutions. I just said: This is not a problem.

And I realized this was the protection. He thought he knew what was right for me, and was trying to help me change things in my life that did not need change. From the moment on, everytime he took me under his arms and said he was going to protect me, he was trying to make me smaller than what I´m really am. But what he didn´t realized is that I may be small – at size. But I´m a fucking giant. And I don´t need protection.


Ella

[When you came in the air went out – Bad things]

Tinha ela nos dedos, não confundir com I had her wrapped around my fingers. Tinha ela, tinha ela, seu odor, seu calor, ela enfim. E olhei para o ela que tinha em mim como se fosse um prêmio que ganhasse dela. Ela me dando os resíduos dela, ela em meus dedos, ela em meus ouvidos, gemendo. Ela. Já. Já ela.


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He told me I am unforgetable. That was nice to read since some years ago he surely thought I was unberable.


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O pós contemporâneo com suas intervenções urbanas, ando pelas ruas prestando atenção em todo chão, paredes, muros, postes e até céu. Grafitti, colagem, stêncil.

Hoje, vim aqui, porque percebi que, sem você, minha existência se ameaça, não a percebo, ela não se configura, irreal, fluída, transparente e finita como bolhas de sabão. Porque você segura a mim e diz: Vo-cê.


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