Cualquiera diría al verte
que los catastrofistas fallaron
no era el fin del mundo lo que venía,
Te veo venir por el pasillo
como quien camina dos centímetros por encima del aire
pensando que nadie le ve.
Entras en mi casa
-en mi vida-
con las cartas y el ombligo boca arriba,
con los brazos abiertos
como si esta noche
me ofrecieras barra libre de poesía en tu pecho,
con las manos tan llenas de tanto
que me haces sentir que es el mundo el que me toca
y no la chica más guapa del barrio.
y lo primero que haces es avisarme:
No llevo ropa interior
pero a mi piel le viste una armadura.
y te contesto:
Me gustan tanto los hoy
como miedo me dan los mañana.
Y yo sonrío
y te beso la espalda
y te empaño los párpados
y tu escudo termina donde terminan las protecciones:
arrugado en el cubo de la basura.
Y tú sonríes
y descubres el hormigueo de mi espalda
y me dices que una vida sin valentía
es un infinito camino de vuelta,
y mi miedo se quita las bragas
y se lanza a bailar con todos los semáforos en rojo.
uno a uno
todos los segundos que te quedas en mi cama
para tener al reloj de nuestra parte;
hacemos de las despedidas
media vuelta al mundo
para que aunque tardemos
entras y sales siendo cualquiera
pero por dentro eres la única;
te gusta mi libertad
y a mí me gusta sentirme libre a tu lado;
me gusta tu verdad
y a ti te gusta volverte cierta a mi lado. #latin#sexy#hot#teen#colombian#new#style#love#babe#girlink#tattoo#modelink#level#barranquilla#galaxiaqueen
STORY TIME : when I was a 7th grader I was crazy for this very popular boy. He was tall and funny. He seemed like a nice guy when we talked every day. So one day I decided to finally have my kiss and it was with him. The one in second grade didn't count! LOL! Anyway, we made out. In between my inexperienced kissing, too much spit and breathlessness, I found myself being asked to have sex. Sex? My answer was no and I was immediately cast aside. The Monday following I was the school whore because he told people that we not only kissed, made out some, but that I had sex with him. I remained silent about it. I knew and my friends that were there knew I didn't, so I ignored him, his friends, and the countless others who followed me around calling me names. I asked my friends, male and female, to please scratch out the disgusting things written about me in the bathroom and on desks. I cried so much. I didn't regret saying no. Then one day a female friend of his yelled 'WHAT? PRISCILLA GOT FUCKED WITH A BROOMSTICK?!', in the middle of the basketball court during lunch. I stopped walking. I turned to her and stared. Kids laughed, gawked and snickered. I wanted to smash her head in on the concrete bench. I walked away and three up in the bathroom. This unearned reputation would follow me for the rest of my junior and high school years. I got called whore, slut, bitch, and more. I had a brick thrown to the back of my head. I was in 7 fights in junior high. I won every fucking one. I was sexually assaulted, violated, almost every day. Boys ran their hands up my skirt when I went up the stairs or when they sat next to me. Others groped my breasts, my butt and even my crotch area. I would fight every single one. I'd get suspended over and over. Then one day in high school, my freshman year, one of the most popular boys, a football player, a boy I knew since the 3rd grade, asked me to be his girlfriend. I said yes. We talked on the phone every day, but at school, he was friends with that boy who ruined my rep. That and his friends teased him and made fun of me in the locker room. So he would never walk me to class or be seen with me. He never even kissed me. Read in comment