WITHERING IN BLOOM SERIES
It is as though the toll taken on survivors of sexual assault has been overlooked; it has
been passed on generation after generation and dismissed as another obligatory action
that women must abide by. Our beauty and transcendence camouflages the state of our
minds and souls. Our environment has become hazardous and those within it allude to
the issues at hand out of a need to be perceived as progressive. Women are treated as
nothing but vessels for seed and should be silenced otherwise. It is time to call attention
to this- to look the foundation and tend to this culmination. This series is meant to
confront you, to make you see the withering effects of a society promoting rape and
violence against women, and to consider the effects that could take place should this
environment change. It is not meant to mistake victims as such: we are survivors
adjusting to our surroundings.
In bloom this environment begins to become an issue. Some as children, some at a
pubescent age, some in adulthood, but the real issue began as our nation was in bloom.
A place created to enhance the status of man and damned be everyone else. Since the
beginning of our colonization, The States has been a place neglecting the American
women for use of power dynamics. For if women are in their place, men have the
freedom to find theirs. Damned be their pain. This has not changed due to the perceived
progression. It will not change if we are not willing to confront the damages done.
Turning each piece as my pain and experiences revolve around me, I bloom each from
soil. Out of nothing being given just as every woman before me, I recycle the earth to
create a representation of my state. I emerge from a lost vessel. A vessel that no longer
bares your seed for you have stripped that gift away from yourself. I am no longer a
form for the taking, I am fragile yet strong in stance and not to be disturbed any further. I
have survived the fire and am in a state of new beauty and purpose. I am here to show
you that you have wilted me, but I am not subdued. I am not broken from the actions of
Embrace yourself in our pain and help us begin to rejuvenate. In order to restore the
pain and hurt caused: the withering state of our fellow woman, we must change the
environment. Adjust the soil, tend to the garden, and restore those who have withered.
This process is necessary for the revitalization of our country and of our people.