Beba's heart.

For the International Women's Day.

I will not fall. I will walk those heels to the end of the road, to the end of time.
And you will laugh.
And ridicule me.
And you'll insert in your clean, vaginal-looking mouth of normality big, fat words like abnormality, degradation, biology, religion.
You will do this with the power given to you by some equally big, fat, sickening, paganistic icon or social circle that taught you who and what to trust and believe in.
And at the end of the road, I'll turn around ever so gracefully to see if you've changed your mind.
And I suspect austerity will have been erased from your face. You will not frown.
Time will have fed you evolution of ideas and acceptance.