I want you as a subject of poets οf lovers αnd of people rebelling
I want you
Of everyone who built you but who can’t enjoy you now
Because they were discarded, ’cause they were dumped
Every occupation that stands in the downtown area
Has a bit of quilombo in it
Threat to the urban landlordism
Gray monoculture moved by oil and sweat
The sweat of those who come in crowded trains
Every bus that comes crowded from the ghettos, that comes full of turnstiles
Has a bit of slave ship in it
Inhuman transportation of human flesh
To be grinded and deboned at work
Street, you are from all of those
Who outside work are suspects
Of stealing, of plundering, of disagreeing
Or not contributing to the growth of Gross Domestic Product
One who wears the hood and exterminates people in the slum is a bit of a slave hunter.
Street,
I want you to be of the women taught since early that they can only play indoors
Because the street is dangerous ’cause the street is violent
Because the street is of the boys who don’t know how to respect them’
Street, I know you, who turns you into a threat to girls and women
Is the same oppression that makes the houses unsafe
More than the streets
The street is of all the loves
It’s of those who had to occupy it
In order to earn the right to exist
Every moralist discourse which opposes to equality
Which opposes to autonomy over the body
Is a bit of Inquisition Tribunal.