Lethargy is in her veins.
She is slow to feel,
slow to dream,
slow to fight.
She feels unsure in
every space,
unsure if she wants
to be seen
or if she wants
to be in the shadows.
She delays decisions
until they are
made for her.
Blooming is
left to
others
with more beauty
and talent.
Her plainness
disqualifies her.
Her hunger for more
no longer registers.
She just
moves
more
s l o w l y.
The billboards educate,
the lyrics choreograph,
the movies script
the pathways in
her brain
and
she’s too bone-weary
to fight.
She just goes through the motions,
does what is expected of her.
Lies are what sustains her,
but she can’t find a pulse.
#PermissionGranted
…to seek sustenance from truth.
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