I used to be an American girl.
I dreamt in white
I wanted a lover
who could become a husband
who could become my co-star in the greatest
love story ever told
Commitment! Loyalty! Eternal Togetherness!
Patriotism of The figurative heart
I don’t dream of a future anymore
Ours
Mine
the one that belongs to the whole world
I dream instead of freedom from that imagining
from a path that dictates right and wrong
of liberation from absolutes devoid of femininity and magic
of narratives that decentralize Me.
When did I last fight the wind with my will ?
I didn’t know then.
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