Sincerely, Jennifer x

Fenced in,

sore shoulders and the headache from hell.

Baited like a bear at the circus,

jolted and twisted,

awoken long before the day was truly born.

She must perform.

She must perform.

She must perform.

My throat is wrecked,

a home for razors.

Broken body,

but on I go,

under the spotlight,

obligated and ordered.

Perform.

Perform.

Perform.