My Curve

My curve is the first curve you felt when you were still a baby. The first curve you touched with your mouth looking for breast milk. The first curve you smelled and you called it ‘mother’ to remember it forever.

As you grow, you learnt about every shape of my curve whenever you saw me in front of your eyes, naked or fully dressed. That was the beginning of how you praise me from all women and at the same time you got scared too because you heard that my beauty will not last.

Little did you know that, my outer beauty, is just a shell covering my deepest inner beauty. But you do not want to go deeper into myself to explore me.

Then, every time you saw me showing my beauty through my boldness, outspoken, perseverance, resilience, fierce, wise, charm or calm, you mocked me with your coward to turn me down with your power of patriarchy.

Dili, October 2018.

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