Dry Spell

The girl that was denied,

Denied her ability to exist. The one that felt like she was either 8 years ahead or 15 years behind in her social development.

She was always the object, but never the subject.

Her blood, sweat, and tears were always overlooked and never praised.

She was either a bullet train going 1000miles an hour, with no breaks, barely a grasp of her pulse, and never could plant her feet on solid ground;

Or stagnate like a statue, sitting and waiting for someone to observe her.

The girl is enraged,

She has enough anger to become a hurricane,

To reck havoc on everything and everyone that denied her being.

To make this land a permanent wasteland.

Everybody of water, soil, and forest would be dried up and deteriorate.

She figured in casting a permanent dry spell over this land, every person who denied her mind, body, spirit, labor, and emotion shall never escape. 

Where she can finally claim herself,

Where she can finally go to bed without crying to sleep,

She can access love and desire without someone’s repercussions bestowed upon her,

She can finally be the subject, not the object. 

The girl that was denied,

She thought by denying the world everything,

That she would be everything.

However, the Master’s tools will never dismantle the Master’s House

So she sits, close’s her eyes, and attempts to breathe.