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.