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I am a radical, nasty bitch.

I am a radical, nasty bitch because I am not afraid to contradict the accepted societal attitudes. 
Because I refuse to fit into a pre-disposed category that fails to reflect my essence. 
Because I will not change my stance for the comfort of others.

I am a radical, nasty bitch because I brush off from my brain the political propaganda inflicted by mainstream media.
Because I will disobey the establishment when it aims to silence me.
Because I will speak out against injustice without fear of retaliation.

I am a radical, nasty bitch because I refuse to be a puppet of corporate America.
Because I resist the constant manipulation of the one percent.
Because I am unwilling to restrict my sexuality because of the patriarchal norms of society.

I am a radical, nasty bitch because I am a proudly mad, immigrant woman who gives a shit.
 

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I fight.

During the daytime I fight.
I fight for freedom.
I punch for justice.
My opponent, the Government.
My referee, a Judge.
My boxing ring, a Courtroom. 
I am constantly knocked out as my opponent is hard to defeat.
But, I can say that I always stand up with pride, because I know I am fighting for the right cause.
Me.

I am a nighttime experimental writer.

I write surreal / realistic fiction short stories, inspired by the absurdity of our so called life. 

I also write political commentaries and social critical statements, aimed to advance the understanding of justice and equal rights.
Adulthood.

I still don't understand about relationships or about life. Love continues to be an odd concept and humankind persists to disappoint me.

I do know I'm supposed to be an adult and I have learned to perform as one. I pretend to fulfill adult expectations, but I don't know how to be one.

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[ Photograph by: José Vicente Ortega Ricaurte. Bogota, 1948. ] The Disposables. "Agitation, asphyxia, and nausea were the ultimate tokens before the exigent oxygen ensued into smoke. He could not feel the fierce, itching pain on his blistering skin, as his lungs overflowed with smoke. The coal-black lungs of a disposable." . . . #Bogotazo. #Surreal. #Absurdism.
[ Photograph by: @__dreareyes ] A Feminist Manifesto. "Our sexuality is either demonized or mocked. If we fuck too many people, we are labeled as whores and if we do not, we are classified as prudes or close minded. Time after time, even our demeanor is reprimanded, as we are stamped as having an hormonal imbalance when we are too sentimental and as treacherous when we are too cold." . . . #Feminist. #Absurdist. #Dystopia.
[ Photograph by: @hart_well ] Three Scenes About Love. "It was a cold, gloomy afternoon. The usual afternoon that characterized London. She continued walking until it started to drizzle. She had taken the long route to her place, as she usually did to avoid the loneliness that her apartment enclosed. Alana opened her backpack to realize she had left her umbrella at work. She ran into a nearby vinyl record store with the excuse to avoid the rain." . Complete story: https://www.alejandrarosero.com/short-stories/2017/5/30/three-scenes-about-love . . . #Love. #ShortStory. #LoveStory.
Bernie. "I rather take a chance on behalf of democracy than to fall into the compulsory norms of the establishment." . . . #Bernie. #BernieSanders. #ForeverBernie.