Poem Makes It from Scribbled to Publish

I wish I had at least noted the date that I jotted this poem down. Or even a few words around the circumstances that prompted these thoughts.

So I could tell you more behind these words.

I have some vague memories surrounding it.

Rather than shrouding it in negativity, I’ll let you take it in. Perhaps even relate.

I know it’s been some time since I scribbled it down on a hotel note paper and left it sitting here on my desk.

I’m finally sharing it.

Why am I 
Often overlooked
Not even seen
Underestimated

But you
Best believe
There will come a time
When you ask
Who is she

-Jennifer Murphy