On a summer Sunday,
after taking a shower,
I feel my skin,
I find me beautiful,
I am only thirty,
I am still called young lady,
I keep stealing male eyes
that follow the curves
of my body,
I look beautiful,
I feel powerful,
I need a tool
that allows me
to contemplate
my body armor,
I grabbed my camera,
I used the floor
and I thanked
the mirror
for being the witness
of my femininity.
