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The women who really drove me crazy

The women that I loved the most 
the ones who really drove me crazy 
the girls with whom I wanted everything, all wrote. 
 
Mamá did up to second grade and never 
looked at my homework, couldn’t 
colour in a map with me or help me 
with my algebra. 
 
School and home were 
a broken chain through my head 
Every time I saw her signing something - 
my primary school report, 
a document at the bank - 
I noticed she was doing it slowly 
like someone recovering from a blow 
 
I ask myself if the women I loved 
the ones who really drove me crazy 
the girls with whom I wanted everything 
were my intellectual upward mobility 
 
if choosing women who write 
is to cover up that thing I lack 
every time I leave them 
or they leave me. 

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