Ever changing, adapting,
she is lost. Oblivion calls.
The little girl who gave away
every last scrap. Starving to death, upon cold stone.
Waiting for someone
to find her,
save her. The Dearth compounds!
To see her and complement her, convince her she is enough.
If only she could find herself! But she is nowhere...
Oblivion calls. Yet not even oblivion can find her.
Oblivion seeks her, but she is camouflaged so well.
Even diabolical magnifying glasses cannot find her,
for she absconded from a world dull and passive.
Given no permission, no blessing to proceed,
to find herself. Yet a strength now germinates,
growing within.
Dig deep and spit out the stones you swallowed, woman!
Vomit them out. Stand tall!
Offend the world as I do.
Walk out across your existence.
Demand and claim.
Seek no permission. Take it! Be not in the background.
Empower yourself in a world that engineers us to passivity,
to mindless consuming, to becoming quiet and small.
Those things are not you, woman!
So the tears and the loss.
The crying and despair.
Sew it into your words.
Create. Lash out!
Go forward, for no one can save you.
Be Jennifer the brave, eternal, perceptive and true!
