glassceiling
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I was told I could do anything,
be anything,
and I believed them.
“The sky is the limit,”
they said.
“Shoot for the moon,”
they ordered,
“if you miss, you’ll land
I’m a firm believer in a shatterable glass ceiling.
And before you ask
No.
I haven’t shattered it yet.
In fact I haven’t even seen it yet.
Haven’t come close to its heights
Dreaming is what got me here.
I used to dream that all the power would be in my hands,
but here I am pressed against the ceiling
this cement ceiling.
You fed me words
that made me hunger,
The patriarchy
Self-congratulatory
of its own bias.
The working women
Polishing her glass ceiling
weeps for potential.
The conservatives
attack her choice as murder
But her life counts too.
