Sincerely, Jennifer x

Tentative trees,

with thick, denying branches,

snake down,

to the first Ace,

constricting, constraining,

surrounding her,

like the night,

but,

she is not afraid.

She is not made of man’s rib,

but constructed of her own collarbone.

She shines,

brighter than the broken stars,

that had given up hope,

and grows taller than the voices,

that told her to hide.

She has arrived,

and she will teach the forest to grow.

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