Red like blood, like love, like an open and painful wound.
Red like shame...
because we are still ashamed when the "monster" who says he loves us stretches his hands over our body,
and mistreats us,
and rapes us,
and rips our hearts out.
because we are still ashamed when the "monster" who says he loves us stretches his hands over our body,
and mistreats us,
and rapes us,
and rips our hearts out.
Red like the red shoes of women who filled the streets to say stop to femicides.
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