These days are very confused. The confinement. The introspection. The injustice. Writing help me to free my chest that I been felt so tight. It’s hurts me trying to understand and recognize all that happen. The rage and the anger sometimes mist all, and we really want that everything burn. Because hurts me know that the system always protects the rapists, the abuser. Your rapist and that of my friends, and all the women in my family. We are tired that people, men specially, feeling themselves with the right to blame us. Because the patriarchy has marked us all. I’m so tired for feel that I’m lucky, because I wasn’t be raped and only abused. What is it? I´m not satisfied whit that. However, to know that this felling to anger, rage, but also hope that it changes, moves us all comforts me. I’m think in my women ancestors. How much of her feelings and thought were silent? Well, now I´m just thankful for having amazing, stronger, and fighting women in my own, because we have e...