Where the Jepson board walls
Drown out the wailing in your head.
Gender violence is silent, and fidgety,
Looking at the lock on the door
7 o-clock , 8 o-clock, 9 o-clock, 10 o-clock
Forcing yourself into bed because if you didn’t hear the door click
Then maybe he never came home.
Gender violence is not trusting
Because last time they came
They told you to take him home and
Save yourself the trouble.
Gender violence is when we are told
Familia comes first.
And to leave means that you don’t love them.
Gender violence is being made
To feel inferior
Because of your flesh.
Society made you woman
To be OF the side of his body,
Unable of defining your own essence
Among clouds of dust.
Gender violence is a culture,
It’s the anger when someone asks you
How you’re doing,
And you say, “I’m fine.”