“She – Waits
He – Speaks
& speak & speak & speak & speak & speak &
transforming
a girl becomes a shell
where life is cut.”
M.B.
I wrote this poem just now, after being at the doctor’s in my hometown in Italy. Because I am a woman the doctor implied that I am “just stressed”, and I don’t need further tests for my symptoms. I have been at A&E 4 times in a week because of an allergic reaction. Today I supposed to have some test done. Why as a woman I can’t even speak of & for my own suffering body?