La Femme
Barbara Pravi
The Woman
My body, my legs, my back
My arms, my hands, my bones
My breasts, my heart and its reflexes
My skin, my waist, my sex
What I do with my nights, what amuses me
What bores me, my ambitions
How I cover my flesh
What is the sound of my anger when I say no
Who decided what a woman is?
A rosebud, a flame
Neither or both at the same time
The woman, the woman, the woman
Who decided what a woman is?
What a woman is?
Who decided what a woman is?
What a woman is?
My noise, my sweat, my taste
My lives, my deaths, and my blows
Inside my veins, the boiling blood
My rages, my angers, my disgusts
That I am constantly asked
Those who compose the melodies I hum
As if I were not complete
As if there was always a need for a man
Who decided what a woman is?
A rosebud, a flame
Neither or both at the same time
The woman, the woman, the woman
Who decided what a woman is?
What a woman is?
Who decided what a woman is?
My body more or less beautiful
My choices, my dreams, my burdens
My breasts, my heart and its reflexes
My skin, my waist, my sex
Who decided what a woman is?
A rosebud, a flame
Neither or both at the same time
The woman, the woman, the woman
Who decided what a woman is?
What a woman is?
Who decided what a woman is?
Who decided what a woman is?
What a woman is?
Who decided what a woman is?
What a woman is?
