They dedicate 1 day of 1 month of 1 year, and we should be thankful with tears in our eyes. 

They give us epilators, brooms, washing machines, makeup, creams, and dresses, and we should get on our knees and thank as we ought to. 

They tell us that we deserve this acknowledgement from time to time, to remember how many of us are missing, to hear some of our protests, to get a pat on our backs, and we should bow to them. 

They are the church for which we are their pilgrims, in which we must be thankful that the Virgin Mary gets 1 day a year that gets forgotten with putting up the tree. We should be grateful because Joan of Arc wasn’t mad, she had epilepsy or schizophrenia and history misread her. And we should be grateful because Marie Curie’s husband took her credit because those were other times and what happened was that the man was the voice, not that he stole it. 

We should be thankful because we paint the name of every dead, missing, rapped, stolen and lost woman with blood in their walls, and they don’t erase it. We should be thankful that we had to paint South America in green to have a voice in the right of our bodies. We should be fucking thankful that in 365 days in the year there is 1 day where a child is told to give a rose to their mother because she is a woman, but we don't explain the weight of the word, so, yes, thank you. 

Thank you because I walk at night with eyes in every part of my body. 

Thank you because if there is a man with me in a small space my hands are fists and my teeth are swords. 

Thank you because with my sisters we say good night with a text telling us that we are home. 

Thank you because my sister taught me how to defend myself at six. 

Thank you because my legs are always close while yours push us off our seats

Thank you because in my awakening you grew in murder.

Thank you because my lips have been burned and abused by yours

Thank you for giving me 1 day in which we are billions of women that have voices and minds. 

Thank you for giving me this day because this is your way of telling me how terrified you are when the revolution comes for you.

TA.