GLASS-CEILING

I hate you!

 

I stare at you everytime I want to grow

You lengthen my ladder in exchange for my company

 

I don’t want you near me!

 

In due time I feel your custody tear my skin

the same way your Master brought you here

 

Just leave me alone!

 

An endless path with curated conditions

With Black fears of uncertainties

 

I jump!

 

Embracing the burgundy that will follow

I heed the parallel roots of the Ladder

And a single reflection from the water

 

I am born again!

 

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