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Tender children.
Adults smile at us.
Love us.
Beat us.
Left without complaints in the hands of those
who just think in terms of numbers, of data,
of white hetero-normative families.
Legislators of an order against children, against the family.
One day I start being insulted at school for thinking.
For thinking by myself.

Los niños tiernos.
Nos sonríen.
Nos quieren.
Nos golpean.
Dejados sin rechistar en manos de los que sólo piensan
en números, en datos, en cifras,
en familias blancas heteronormativas.
Legisladores del orden antinfantil y antifamiliar.
Un día empiezan a insultarme en la escuela por pensar.
Por pensar por mí mismo.