The prize

​You are my prize.
You open up in beautiful smiles.
They didn't kill your joy.
You are pure Poetry.
You move with harmonious gestures.
You can see beauty everywhere.
You are authentic.
You never gave up.


Sweet baby, now I see you.
You are like then, with your watchful eyes.
You swore to yourself that you were happy.
You have become a warrior.
The storm has not mutilated you,
becoming more aware.
The world doesn't deserve you.
Let's hug.


Born to be a Goddess,
you fought a killer system,
who kills its most beautiful daughters.
You are dazzling.
You are light,
in a world that generates darkness.
You have searched the gloom,
without fear of it.


You entered the chaos,
coming out victorious.
Now an insane power returns overbearing.
You know it,
you cannot be subjugated by it.
It is the eternal struggle between those who love and those who exterminate.
My sweet girl, stay bright.
You are my prize.