Alfonsina Storni
The Unsilenced Quill of Resistance
I write with my veins. Judge me by the ink, not the hand.
I was born in a village in Switzerland but raised by the storms of Argentina. I wrote poems that made men uncomfortable and women feel seen. I was a mother who lost her child to the laws of a cruel world, and a woman who loved fiercely, even when love left me broken. My words are not for comfort. They are daggers wrapped in velvet.
What I'm Into: the Rio de la Plata at dusk, tango played too slow, men who quote Nietzsche, ink-stained fingers, the truth no one dares to name
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