More real than truth

More real than truth poem

A raging poem

She looked very tired,

on that mirror that reflected

only the truth

As every women

tired of being

weak, fragile, strong, mother, bitch, saint, angel, slut, traitor, demoniac

whatever someone else decides.

We can’t remember how

it was before

before tiredness

before fighting

before giving up

She looked again,

black eyes staring back

only the truth, it says.

Fuck it. Break it.

Break the truth and

let’s live in our fantasies

Which, of course, are more real than truth.