She has saved herself from being raped twice. She has been beaten by people close and not so close... physical violence, if you know what I mean...
Maybe she was in the wrong place?
She was also harassed, threatened and minimised by people whose ego swallows them alive. In some cases she fought back, in others left things to fall of their own weight.
The other day an old man, who couldn't even hold on to his soul, pushed me, in the street, while I was taking a photo. I thought about her. Maybe he was annoyed that I was there and he wanted to pass. I apologised to him after being pushed and offended.
She's not a victim, no. It's just life. It's just life, isn't it? Tell me if you think it's just life.
However, she never raised her hand to anyone first. And when she did throw a punch, in self-defence, it was against the wall and it hurt more. What she always did was dodge.
One day, as part of my former job, I got to interview and photograph abused women. I could barely hold back the tears.
What is she made of?
"I think I am made of shadows and sometimes a crack opens up to relieve me of light."
No, she has no hard feelings. She just needs to heal and accept and prioritise herself so she can do her best.
This is my entry for the #Monomad Challenge.
Marianao (51st Street) / Havana. Cuba.
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