Force in action.
Dear sisters, sometimes born with the fate of having to cope, small and since we are forced to learn to survive.
We learn to survive the punches and the end feet? And they die? We learned to survive hunger and poverty and the minimum share? And who socumbe with malnutrition? We learn to be quick thinking and solve the problems of pain, fear, loneliness? And they go crazy?
We are survivors and non-learners suffering, when you join us in the labor market with the approval of the academy of life are that there is another conflict, as unprepared to accept the social professional managers?
The base that will strengthen the voice of escluídas can not be silent because of the power. Do not take them into our backpacks for the acceptance hope the legacy left by doing nothing.
When I see women who articulate their communities and hope to get out of their sight and scent the sewers of the slum, with education, health actions, with more culture for our children, their mothers and grandmothers. Thinking about the fate that was put up with because of the love that someone gave us a quick time. Perhaps a woman suffered like us, the warrior emerging right to be treated well on this planet that makes us sisters. I love you.