Sincerely, Jennifer x

If I am to be everything to everyone,
why do they see me as so small?
Why do they scold me like a little girl?
Why do they let their words cast a shadow atop my head,
as if I will not grow?

Why do they keep clawing my flesh and gnawing on what’s left, if I am nothing?
My logic is apparently circular,
and I am apparently stupid, and a small problem to society,
so… why do they want me?

If I’m small, and stupid, and mean, and difficult?
If my flesh is too tough,
and my boundaries too boring,
my uncomfortable aura, ugly,
my cries for help, off putting and unattractive,
then why do they want me?

I fight back too much,
and so I am relegated from everything to everyone, to slight annoyance to everybody.
This would be fine,
except it still seems to come with the same responsibilities, and punishments.

They tore out my eyes a long time ago,
but my eyes just kept growing back,
always the same colour, and with the same “bad” attitude,
always with fixated with some troublesome temptation that isn’t on the list of approved amorous targets.

I figure, whatever.

What are they really going to do?
Kill me?
Eat me?
Even the cannibalism was concocted,
because I like drama, and they don’t have the nerve to bare their teeth at me.

What are they really going to do?
Force me?
Make me?
They can tear my eyes out,
time and time again,
but my gaze will always find my way back,
and I will still be breathing,
watching with pity and resentment as they are screaming,
crying and throwing up, for sympathy on social media.