
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!
This poem is about:
Me
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