I’ve never heard your voice before.

But this voice–that voice–I have heard before. It sounds like a woman that everyone has seen but not heard. A roar-renowned woman in solitary confinement. Contained with flotsam. Jetsam be damned; there is no room for partnerships in this room.

And yet, there are many voices–females forging through brick and mortar, only to find that they’ve digging the wrong way.

They are not doomed. Far from it. Their wrongs are someone’s else rights.

And with jetsam you find your way.