Nosotras

You get home and still tired
Follow the routine of serving
It's Maria and other names abused
Who (in)formally want to escape
Scream against these molds
That invade this gender
Woman, woman, woman

Of the facets that crush your body
Of the trifles that suffocate your tears
Of the flames wasted
Desperate... desperate!

Virgin, saint, whore or profane
It's your forest
And the inventions keep coming
The torture too
Even if veiled or backed by a law
That pretended not to hear

Your cry for help
Your cry for help