Dear men who try to change meI will notQuit smokingI will notEat lessWear heels more oftenOr cut my hairI will not take drugsWith youAnd have unprotected sexBecause my body Is the only monument I have left.
Dear fatherI will not Stop wearing second hand dressesTo pitchesAnd life changing job meetingsI will not Stop putting black lipstick onOr cut my nailsI will notLet you shame meBecause my heart is brittle withRemorseFrom the years you lived next to meIn absence.
Dear motherI will not clean my room more oftenI will not wear pijamas to bedI will not change my friendsStop making tattoos on my skinOr come back homeI will not let you take me downIn angerBecause I was born a different person than youAnd you taught me to confuseAgression for affectionTo seek the impossible loveIn men And chase dust and abandon.
Dear loversI will notWrite poems about youWhen you ask me to pour my soulAutomaticallyTo please your egoBecause I will not change Who I amFor anybody elseThan me.
"I made a list over lunch", Bucharest, 2015