Amélie has a passion for human beings. She is interested in their lives, what they enjoy, and she loves making a nuanced portrait out of them. For those reasons, she is about to pursue her studies in psychoeducation. Otherwise she is fond of Quebecker literature, repertory films, swimming, being outdoors and participating to every cool activity organized with her friends.
Good ladies are ugly behind the storm
You say:
To be and to appear is an art, we fight to conform.
Bosoms tidy and gaze empty, we vanish in the battles of fleeting beauty.
Science is howling while communications are standing for this bitter reality.
Let us rule. We are those obsolete statues shouting for a better status
Implacable.
Immutable.
Pathetically yours.
Who are you
Who the fuck are you
Being and living behind all those masquerades
Hiding behind those hidden suicides.
Sad.
To you, it is all I can say.
With your burnt authenticity, you lost yourself in our ego’s hatred
Through wars and debauchery, you ate it all up
Your arms that punch with zeal everything you are obsessed about
Share your thoughts, we regret our desires, those eyes settling in the depth of our hearts
Only in the languid, infamous realms will we find peace
Shaking.
We switched roles
Your knees are skinned, and we are the ones suffering
You lost the race and we lost control
Because we are ugly behind the storms, heart alienated to your weak glim
I thank you.
– Amélie, July 27th, 2020
Content translated by Naïla Harkat
